If I was not born early, The doctors could of saved me from being born with meningitis. Around the age two I was put in a big red shiny ambulance. I was on my way to the hospital because, I was having symptoms of high fevers, vomiting, seizures. These were all symptoms and signs of meningitis. My mom being and experience parent never realized these were the symptoms.
Cancer Care Life-Changing Day: Arielle Pagan’s Story Everybody knows what cancer is and how it tears families and lives apart, but you always tell yourself that it won’t happen to you. That’s what Arielle Pagan was telling herself when one day she was diagnosed with lymphoblastic leukemia after a routine check at the her local hospital. According to Lucy Pagan/ Arielle’s Mom, Arielle had the cold longer than usual and hadn’t been acting the way she normally does (Lucy Pagan). “She wasn’t herself and it began to worry me so I took her to the doctor. This went on for weeks and I never thought that it would be something so bad as cancer and I thought it was just the bad flu” (Lucy Pagan).
My mom started telling funny stories and my ex-husband, and my grandmother decided to go get something to eat, and once they were gone the doctor came in and said it was time to push. I was panicked and wanted my ex-husband and grandma back in the room and while they were wheeling me into the operating room, since twins are always born in an operating room, they made it back just in time. While I was pushing, one of the doctors noticed one of the heartrates dropping, she didn’t know which one it was, since the wires had gotten crossed, so they traced it back and it was Michael’s heartbeat that had dropped. Since Michael was the second to be born I had to have a C-section, if it was Minerva, his sister, then it wouldn’t have been a problem. They strapped my arms to the operating table, so my arms wouldn’t move during surgery, and put something pink on my stomach to disinfect it.
He had called 911 and was waiting for them to arrive. Déjà vu, another trip to the er, different area I hoped it will go smoothly. When I arrived to the er, and noticed my mother in the hallway on a stretcher I was not happy. Furthermore she was visibly upset as the blood was trickling down her face. I wiped the blood off her brow, and asked what happen as if I did not know.
My medical event began when I was sixteen months old according to my mother. I was very ill and she thought I had eaten too much corn and had a tummy ache. Through my life I had problems with my right side and many diagnoses. Doctors diagnosed me with everything from chronic appendicitis to colitis to nothing. My parents were told by several doctors there was nothing wrong with me.
I recalled my friends’ parents talking about relatives getting kidney stones all the time and how painful it would be for them, that some had to go to the hospital to get the stones surgically removed. I could never understand the hype about it. How painful could it be? Then again, I never had a kidney stone before, but after having one, I never wanted one again. It seemed like it happened a decade ago, but it was only three years back.
She is the main carer for her husband, who is currently staying at a care home until Gladys is discharged from hospital. Gladys admitted to the nurse that she had been experiencing regular chest pains for some time; however, she had been self-administering aspirin to herself, rather than go to the doctor. As I observed, the nurse explained to Gladys that she should have gone to the doctor straight away rather than self-medicate and stated that Gladys would need an angiogram to confirm a diagnosis and assess any trauma sustained. She also gave Gladys a copy of The Eatwell Plate and stated that Gladys would need to lose weight in order to prevent the event from happening again,
Hearing those words come out of her mouth was heart-wrenching. I just saw her that morning and she was not the best, but she was making it. My grandma and grandpa were supposed to leave that day to head back to Iowa, but she must not have been doing good to leave yet. We got there and I walked in and I saw my grandpa waiting for us. My mom and grandpa told us that we were supposed to stay in the lobby while they go back to see her.
On October 5, 2012, marked the arrival of my second child. It was around 2 a.m. when I started having symptoms of contractions. Given that this was my second child, you would think I would know that I was in labor but with my first child I was induced and didn 't have the chance to naturally feel everything on my own. Once the pains and tightening got stronger I knew it was time, and me being that person that waits till the last minute, I needed to pack my hospital bag. The time was now 3 a.m. and the contractions were so severe that I couldn 't even walk.
October 2003, my family was stuck with tragedy. Chloe my little sister started to become ill, she started out with acute symptoms such as pyrexia, rash, hemiplegia, and arthralgia. After two trips to her Primary Care Physician they just continued to claim she had the flu. After a month of her symptoms developing and becoming worse a trip to Miner Medical Center was the only answer. Only being there for about an hour she was transported via life flight to Children’s Hospital in Pittsburg.
I have recently interviewed my grandmother, she is the mother of my father her name is Ngawiki Cooper. I asked her what was the first thing that she noticed differently about herself? She responded, Well i was 69 years old when i first notice a change in my breast, then I was advised to by my partner to go to the next screening, and it wasn 't until my breast got very painful till i took his advice, by that time i was 70 years old and i was too late the cancer had already speared into both my breast. I then asked her why she didn 't get her screening earlier when she first notices difference in her breast, and why didn 't she take her partner 's advice when it was he asked her? She replied, Because i didn 't think it was as serious as it ended up to be, I 'm old i get different kinds of pain throughout my whole body and unfortunately i class the pain in my breast as a passing pain where i thought i would never get it
My mother and I started noticing that she was having trouble walking, seeing and she was throwing up. My mom decided to take her to the doctor, and he suggested to have her get an MRI. Today we got phone call from our doctor stating that she had cancer. I was in complete denial, until I realized that I had I stay strong for my best friend and help her through this tough moment in her life. Riley is the spitting image of me.
Breast cancer is a cancer worse than what i had especially since she had to have chemotherapy. Chemo lowers your white blood cell count. White blood cells are what help you fight of diseases so she could easily get sick. She did get sick and had to go to the hospital my dad went with her, and sense my brother was at college I had to go stay with my cousins in cairo so they could take me to school. I had to stay with them for about three weeks I always had to get up earlier than usual, and when I woke up my cousins woke up except for the eleven year old named grant who I would have to pick up out of his bed and take him to the kitchen so he could eat breakfast.
My family was going through a tough time, all they wanted were answers. All that night I had to drink a drink the doctor’s gave me to get ready for surgery that early morning. What? Another surgery my incision wasn’t close to healing before they opened me back up. The morning of the surgery came, and the doctor came in my room told my family if you guys would have brought her in any later then yesterday Ms. Jessica would have died.