My grandmother, having lost a son four months before I was born, didn’t take risk when it came to health. She knew how something major could appear so minor. We got to the hospital around eleven at night; the doctor had me jumping off the bed, when he started feeling my abdomen. I couldn’t remember anything past that, until I woke up to my mom crying out “Dakota wake up, you're okay,” then my grandmother saying “Stacy, he will be okay. Let god handle this and he will be
The surgery went fine but, the healing process the absolute worst. The nurses kept telling me that the more I tried to get through it the faster I would heal. I did whatever they told me and ended up out of the hospital in less that five days. I was back to normal in less than two weeks, although my mom was not convinced and I was not allowed to do basically anything. Courage is shown in the simplest things; I would not have been able to get through this without courage and hope.
My condition worsened and I had to get operated. The memories I have are dim but I do remember watching Tom and Jerry and laughing in my room and the doctor promising my parents that my life would be as joyful as it was right at that moment. Life was never fair. Year after year, I always came across a time when my leg would stop me from competing in competitions. It was in third grade when I realised that my left leg was longer than my right.
My old home was a standard 5 person family home, with multiple bathrooms and lots of space to never feel crowded. My parents sold that house in pursuit of giving me and my siblings an authentic experience. It sure was, we moved off grid, Which was quite a difference for us. We have no pluming, which wasn't that hard at first because I had been camping before but I never imagined my life would turn into camping trip everyday for three years. Then we have no running water, which got to me after 10 minutes of feeling dirty every single day, I remember going to bed some nights with feet that were covered in dirt, and just feeling completely discussed and filthy.
There were red and green lights glimmering around the house, family members smiling, and mounds of gifts underneath the tree just waiting to be ripped open by my little hands. When I was around four years old, my parents wanted to surprise me with a special gift, which made that Christmas one to remember. I almost forgot that I had more gifts to unwrap because I was focused on discovering what my parents made me. I was not allowed to know what the special present was until Christmas day, no matter how many times I begged them to tell me. When I woke up Christmas morning, I was beaming with excitement, but I was still groggy like a bear waking up from hibernation.
It turns out that my appendix needed to be removed. It ruptured on my way to the hospital, luckily they were able to fix the problem by putting me to sleep, and performing surgery to remove it. I spent eight days in the hospital and could not eat much. I have always been skinny, yet I lost seven pounds in that time period. When I came out, I could barely walk.
How badly does your pet need a pet healthcare insurance Growing up with pets is a great learning curve. Today we are not only dog, or cat lovers anymore. We have become spider lovers, frog, or ferret lovers. Many pet owner are willing to spend incredible amounts of money for their beloved pets. However, they seem to completely neglect the fact that their pets can fall seriously ill, or have a grave accident.
My grandmother has always made a point to show how hard work and a good education could propel me to new opportunities and help get me a better life than she had. This instilled work ethic and positivity inspires me to give all that I can every day and to look at situations in a positive and constructive light. Input from my grandparents and parents has shaped my worldview and actions. While my family lives comfortably now, my parents did not have such a lucky life. At a young age, my mom and dad worked to help support their families and to pay or college.
So the doctor confirmed some things, firstly, yes I am going to be born prematurely, but not dangerously so and secondly music is not making me smarter so my mom has finally stopped playing that awful music! The doctor asked my mom some questions today. Apparently the ultrasound showed that I have a very small head, I’m extremely small and have somewhat wide-set eyes. My mom told the doctor that she’s been drinking lately and the doctor said that I might have Fetal Alcohol Syndrome. Apparently it’s a lifelong condition, and I will most likely have some learning disabilities.
All the while I was breezing through endocrine therapies trying to find one to stabilize the cancer. Later, I became uncomfortable in my own skin as my outward appearance diminished under the guise of cancer. My joy has, undoubtedly, been on trial, but I don’t let the devil take it away. By God’s grace and the prayers and encouragement of my family and friends, I have gotten out of bed everyday and tackled whatever the day had to offer. I have been able to care for my family, worship, work and play under the undeserved grace of God.
The pain did not go away. I was at the doctor again the next week for worrying back pain starting. The pain was near my kidneys which was not only worrying me, but everyone else. After a many doctor visits, my mom was worried about me for a completely different reason. She thought I was missing too much school.
As a child, I often spent my time constantly in and out of my pediatrician’s office and at hospitals getting my blood drawn, checking for jaundice, and making sure that my Hepatitis B remain dormant in my liver. But all of the appointments spent with these people made me view them second to my parents: if my parents couldn’t fix my Hep B, then they would call their “handy-dandy friends” to fix me up. And I always thought it was so amazing that these unbelievable heroes could assuage human pain and disease with their bare hands, whether it was performing a breast biopsy to scribbling a prescription down on paper—I wanted to be just like them. But it was when my little sister Kristine and I were racing for the keys on top of a shelf above the
When do you become a grown up? I remember being five years old and lounging around in my Nonnie’s backyard. Like most kids, I did not want to be inside I would’ve much preferred the soothing chill of the air conditioner and Spongebob’s melodic voice. Despite my opinion, I found myself stuck listening to the earsplitting whining of the neighbors dogs while simultaneously wishing for something to save me from the desert that the backyard became around noon. In my eyes the only interesting thing about being in the backyard was the many different ways that I could annoy my sister; except there was one problem, my grandpa.
I have held the hands of a geriatric patient suffering an acute myocardial infarction, knowing that I would be the last thing she would be able to feel. I’ve calmed down teenagers, blood still oozing from their wrists. I’ve woken up from crying in my sleep because of the motor vehicle rollover patient who we weren’t able to save. And the next day, I’m in school and nobody knows anything - and that’s how I like
I want to wish my dog nothing but the best in her future endeavours…but it’s tough when your cuddle buddy has left you to eat her dust," said Christine Park, as shared by Bored Panda. Christine created an Instagram account for Tonkey, a fluffy bearcoat shar-pei that looks like a stuffed toy, eight weeks ago. She only aims to get some friends but the adorable dog is the one getting all the attention. "I like my dog and all, but Tonkey’s rise to fame has got me wondering what she’s got, that I don’t. 8