This summer was a big wake up call for me. It showed me how precious life is. I remember I was having a normal day until my mom had texted me and said that my sister’s husband had a heart attack. The first feeling I felt when I read those words on my phone was despair. I felt bad my sister has three younger kids and I couldn’t feel for the kids any more than I did, I knew they would be worried sick when they found out their dad had to be rushed to the hospital.
I was in Seattle, all by myself, three hours from home, and missing the two loves of my life, my husband and my son. My days consisted of finding books and television shows that would allow my mind to escape to another realm. Some days this was more difficult than others and at times I would find myself shedding tears from sunrise to sunset. I celebrated breakfast, lunch and dinner because that had meant I had made it through the night, halfway through the day or to the evening without giving birth or contracting an infection. Each meal meant I was one tiny step closer to traveling home with a healthy
When she returned to the home, she immediately sensed that something was wrong. The dad reviewed the security cameras hours later and could not believe what was on them. Introduction: June Morgan had to go to the doctor's before she started babysitting. She still had errands to run, so she brought along Tommy. He was just three years old, but he had already lived through too much suffering.
She told me not to be frighten because I tend to freak out when I see dead people or even hear stories about people dying. I immediately called my grandma because my grandma is my best friend, she is practically my second mom to me. I wanted to make sure my grandma was okay and she was calm but turns out that she did not know what had happened. Sadly, I was the one who broke the news to her and she immediately rushed to my aunt’s house. After my grandma hung up on me, my mom was already on her way to come pick me up.
We knew that something must be wrong because my mom’s face was pale and she looked as if she’d seen a ghost. Sydney, my sister, was the first to talk after my parents had settled down next to us on the couches, “How did the meeting go?” My mom replied quickly and was clearly fighting back tears, “The doctors said I have a brain tumor…”. The room fell silent, the only noise was the faint sound coming from the T.V. and the sound of my dog panting heavily out of joy for my mom returning home. Nobody said anything for several moments until my dad interrupted with how we shouldn’t be worried yet, and that doctors believe it is not growing and appears to be benign (not cancerous).
I was diagnosed with a life-threatening disease called Branched Chain Ketoaciduria (Douglas and Burford 19). However, because my parents didn’t have enough money for treatment, all they could do was turn to their faith (Douglas and Burford 19). Months later, my family’s prayers had been answered and it was
Life can be unexpected sometimes. You might think you are going to have a normal healthy life but then you get told you were hours off of dying. Your mom could tell you you 're finally going to be a big brother but the day of your sister is blind in one eye, has an extra thumb and being rushed to another room and you have no idea what 's going on. Everything happens for a reason though, well that 's what I believe. Yes I almost died, but i 'm here now, yes my sister has issues but she is a very happy girl.
A times my family and I felt helpless because there was either nothing we could do about a particular problem or a particular doctor wasn’t listening to our concerns. My plucky optimism and can do attitude were further put to the test my very first year of college when I suffered from a spontaneous pneumothorax. I was hospitalized for about two weeks during the spring semester. The day my lung collapsed started out just like any other until I began to feel the tightness and pain grip my chest. I began to panic.
At dinner later that night my mother broke the new, “Honey, Miss Soar has requested your help at her camp this summer.” she said. I was in complete shock, not sure if I wanted to go I responded with “I’ll pass by her house tomorrow and tell her I’d like to help out. That was the end of it. First day of camp came and there were kids running around everywhere causing all types of ruckus, but I quickly adjusted. Then I noticed Miss Soar and she approached me “Hello, I’m so glad you are here!
The hospital was too far. It was his time. He is not in pain any more. That is what matters.” said my step mom after she got off the phone with my aunt Lisa. I immediately broke down and went into a depression for days.