He ended up back in the hospital but not for that reason, the doctors said he had pneumonia, which was a shock. His mental status got a lot worse, he cried and cried. All he kept saying was ”they’re bringing my son home in a box.” The doctors said that he was going to need a lot of therapy. On Monday June 27th my daddy was discharged from the hospital. I actually went home for the very first time since by brother passed that night, but I wished I never did.
He was barely alive at that point, and spend 1 year in the hospital. People would always ask how he was, even to me, but never how I was. Because their attention was for my younger brother. I can't remember those years very well, because I was too young. But that does make it a bit personal for me.
“I should be with you!” But my husband hadn’t gone on a vacation in five years; his every waking moment had been spent caring for me, taking care of my broken body, my needs, managing my illness. Because of that, I forced him to go on this trip. It took months of convincing, but he finally relented, and his sister had gone along with him. And he was having an incredible time, the best of his life! Without me.
But my decision is final, so I shifted to nursing even though I’m incoming 3rd year in my Computer Science course and shifting to nursing means I will be 1st year again. I understand the reason why my father is not agreeing on my decision at that time. He feels that I wasted 2 years of my college at the same time he can’t afford nursing in case my aunt change her mind. My family is poor but my father believe that education is the only treasure he can give that no one else can take. Despite of everything, I enrolled in nursing for first semester.
Andrew O’Hagan began his article by say the story of friendship between he and his friend, Mark MacDonald. Mark was his great friend and secret weapon at the age of 12. The writer would do anything and said everything that had happened to Mark. In the article, the author had wrote that “Mark had Crohn’s disease; he was often in hospital” (2), but they had already planned their adventured for the summer. The author haven’t saw Mark in 30 years before they vanished from each other’s lives.
His decision to take medical treatment provided him with the opportunity to grow closer to his wife and parents. His final two days consisted of explaining that he would have missed the loving parting if he chose suicide in the beginning (Hendin, 1994). Sadly, the professor has not the only one who will make the choice between life or death when given their fate. Within thirteen years, 525 people had committed suicide with a doctor 's assistance, this being reported under the Death with Dignity Act in 2011(Alters, 2013). However, these findings have not caused any fluctuation in the legalizing of Euthanasia.
"PB 's dying," my husband mumbled as he hung up the phone. "They 're taking him off life support and moving him to Hospice care, but they don 't expect him to last long." I gave my husband a pep talk, reminding him that his younger brother had escaped death 's grip, many times before, even though the doctors had predicted otherwise. In fact, PB had miraculously eluded death so often that we had compared him to a cat with nine lives. He 'd recovered from life threatening illnesses, deadly accidents, even terminal cancer, so now all we could do is hope and pray he had one of those lives left and that he 'd triumph over the deadly sepsis that ravaged his body.
However, my sophomore year led me to take a different perspective. Many factors influenced me, including witnessing my brother graduate with a 2.0 and fail out of college, which left him unclear of his future. I also dealt with my father going to jail, and thinking that I lost my family in a car accident. I knew I wanted to work in the health field since I was young, but I realized that could not be a reality unless I took control of my life. I applied to the HOSA program and was one of three juniors who were accepted.
A hero is courageous, strong, and willing to do anything in tough situations. I never knew how courageous my mother was until the day my father had an at work accident about 5 years ago, he was in the hospital for a few weeks but when he got out he never really stepped out of his room. It felt like he had completely given up, he did not want to work, I think it was because he was terrified of being involved in another accident. My mother stepped up, payed all the bills, keep us feed, and still always found time to spend with us. Then last year my dad finally stepped up and got a job, he has been working very hard though, my mom said it felt like she got a load of her chest as soon as he started.
It’s been four years since my battle with depression, and I’ve never felt better. Sometimes, I do feel depressed, and even though U have been prescribed antidepressants. I refuse to use them, a fact I’m incredibly proud of. I learned so much from everything that happened, but it’s difficult to put onto paper. I’ve escaped from the dark hole I fell into, and refuse to go down that dark path in honor of my beloved Ruby Mama.