Joey Feek recently had a walker brought to her home and Rory shared the story all about how this went down. Joey is still a happy person, even with what she is going through now. She was up earlier. Her sister Jody helped give her the morphine injection that goes in her port and helped her to the bathroom and back. A walker with wheels and a seat was delivered here yesterday and when we pulled it out for her this morning, Joey just
I can remember some things we did together when they were younger, like when we would have “Twins got Talent” in our living room and I would be the celebrity judge, or when we would practice our cheer routines in the back yard. Now, I have been sitting in a hospital bed for the past three months thinking about them, seeing them in my dreams, crying over them. My parents constantly asking me how I feel or if I have had any visions lately has started becoming an annual thing, but the answers will never change. Nightmares about what I think happened in the car come almost twice a day, and now my doctors have to lock my door when I sleep. Apparently I have been reported for wandering the halls at night screaming their names, and walking into patients rooms crying, asking if they have seen Lisa or
The year after I left Cedar Creek, I joined Thousand Oaks Elementary, and more specifically, Teacher Libby’s class. She was nice, but I found all the books in her class dull and pointless. So I borrowed my brother’s books, he three years my elder, and brought them to school with me. I remember one day I was so engrossed in a Percy Jackson book that I didn’t notice everyone had already gone to the rug five minutes ago. I had a wild imagination and
My body ached, I stopped eating and tried to stop feeling by sleeping for close to twelve hours a day. Luckily my parents, god bless their souls, fought tooth and nail with me almost every day just to get me to sit up and get out of bed never mind leave the house. In the winter of 2014, I was diagnosed with clinical depression. As time went on I was able to get treatment and by late spring I was back at school. When school ended in June of 2015 I wanted to continue on to my senior with the rest of my classmates.
He lost his leg at the age of 12, lost his five-year-old daughter, and suffered chronic illness that left him bedridden in the hospital for two years. Despite his misfortune, William never let these tragic incidents stop him from loving life. When he was a child, he suffered from tuberculosis. It got so severe that the only way to save his life was to amputate
When she was asked about the hospital visits she said she thought it was normal and in fact the liked to go for the check ups. When ever she saw Dr. Cox Paige always got happy and she was happy to see her. Paige wanted to be like her when she grew up. Paige did a lot of things with her mom as well like they went to the beach eat together and Paige never looked at her self badly before going to middle school. 2.
On my shift, I tried to take my patient for a walk around the nursing station at least two times since she loved walking at home. She wants to build the confidence and energy to continue doing the things she loves, rather than laying in a hospital bed every other month. She also wants to get back to knitting on her comfy couch that she mentioned a few times during my
Looking back from who I used to be to be before I had cancer was painful. I missed so much in school and I didn’t really have friends because I didn’t have many opportunities to make friends. I spent so much time in the hospital that I basically knew every nurse that was on my floor. I had to learn how to be positive and hopeful. There wasn’t much I could do anymore; I now two different types of cancer.
On Christmas Eve my junior year of college, my grandpa and grandma on my mom’s side passed away in an accident. A week later, my older brother suffered from a psychotic episode and was admitted to a psychiatric hospital with symptoms of schizophrenia. Travelling back to school, I was physically and emotionally drained. This was hardest time of my life and the largest obstacle I have faced so far. I rely on my family for support and this foundation had been severely shaken; however, I did not have time to mourn and recover.
Torture of the worst kind. I thought that the pain I underwent during the accident was as bad as it could get… but I was wrong. It started about a week into my visit. My nurse came in and lifted me to a wheelchair.She wheeled me to a side of the hospital I had never seen. Through the hallways we passed by kids of all ages that looked like wax figurines that got too close to the fire place.
Take for example J.D, an 18 month old infant who always cries whenever her mother leaves. She doesn’t sleep at all during nap time and cries whenever I go to other babies cots. That went on for a about two weeks. Even at that time, I knew about separation and stranger anxieties because of one seminar I attended that summer. I said to myself it’s just natural and developmentally appropriate for them to feel that way.