Memoir
I can still remember that small enclosed, claustrophobic room containing two armed chairs and an old, brown, paisley print couch my dad and I were sitting on when he told me. “The doctors said there was little to no chance that your mother is going to make it through this surgery.” Distressed, I didn’t know what to think; I could hardly comprehend those words. And now I was supposed to just say goodbye? As I exited that small room, my father directed me down the hospital hallway where I saw my mother in the hospital bed. She was unconscious with tubes entering her throat and nose keeping her alive. I embraced her immobile body for what felt like forever and told her “I love you” for what I believed was the last time. I thought of how horrific it was seeing my mother that way, how close we were, how my life was going to be without her, and how my little sisters were clueless about what was going on. After saying my farewells, I was brought downstairs to the hospital’s coffee shop where a million things were running
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My mother stayed home from work, suffering on the couch from an outrageous headache. We, the kids, prepared ourselves for school. We all individually waved her a good-bye and a quick “I love you” as we walked out the door and headed to school. My dad brought us to school and proceeded to work as normal, with just the thought that my mom had a normal headache. Hours later, my mom called my father and grandfather and informed them that something wasn’t right. She claimed that it felt like her head was “filling up” and that our neighbor was going to drive her to the hospital. They arrived at the Baton Rouge General where they met my dad and grandfather. My mother continued to complain about the severe headache which was “filling up” her head. Before she was even admitted, she had a seizure in the waiting room that was caused by a ruptured
I walked into the room on New Year’s Day and felt a sudden twinge of fear. My eyes already hurt from the tears I had shed and those tears would not stop even then the last viewing before we had to leave. She lay quietly on the bed with her face as void of emotion as a sheet of paper without the writing. Slowly, I approached the cold lifeless form that was once my mother and gave her a goodbye kiss.
Changing places can be very difficult sometimes. Starting a life in a different place that you might not be used to or just living a different lifestyle. I went through that phase many times. The first time was because something that had a big impact in my life happened. My mom and dad gotten divorced. It mostly affected me because I was the oldest and had much more memories with my dad than my brother and sister.
One day that made all the other days seem to disappear. I woke up just like every other day, thinking all is well, only today is different, today is life changing. I’m a mother who has dedicated my entire life to my babies, and within a few hours, my whole life was turned upside down. My son has epilepsy, a seizure disorder that up until that day I knew nothing about. When you think of seizures, you think of thrashing around and foaming of the mouth, I sure did. For Blayk, my three year old son, yet, that was not the case. It started out that he was just quiet, which was not different from his normal disposition. A few minutes later, I noticed a spiked fever, followed by vomiting. To be honest, at this point, I didn’t think too much of his
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In the early years of my childhood from what I could remember life had seemed to be decent. My mom was flourishing in her career at the Post Office and making an admirable amount of money, considering the fact that she was a single parent. My mom was very dedicated to ensuring that my brother and I had an exceptional life growing up. She worked what I would have liked to call insane hours. But even as kids, Derek and I understood the importance of her work ethics. We had each other and other relatives to care for us to make sure that we were never left alone or so that we didn't feel abandoned. To me life couldn't get any better then this. That was until my mother found a lump in her breast. I can recall that memory as if it had just happened yesterday. That one day, a lump that would change our lives forever , that small lump but yet so powerful and damaging that threaten to take my mother away from her children. It was like any other normal day. My mom was in the bathroom doing her normal routine when she came out of the bathroom and told Derek and I to get dressed. I don't know what made me look up that day, but I did. When I looked into my mother's eyes I knew something was wrong. You have to understand that my mother is a brave and strong woman that never expressed nor showed her emotions towards Derek and me other than her happiness. So that day when I looked into her eyes I saw nothing but pain, anger, and sorrow. At that time I couldn't quite find the words to describe what I had seen but now I know those were the perfect words to describe that look. It was terrifying, but yet she still remained so calm. Looking back on that day I don't know which really scared me the most, that look in my mother's eyes or the calmness in ...
“Do you think it’s time to wake her up?” “Maybe we can let her sleep for ten more minutes…” My parents thought they were being sneaky and quiet by talking in whispers, as if sharing a secret message that nobody else could hear, but I was already awake and alert. “Let’s go in.” I heard my mother’s voice coo as I braced my seven-year-old body for the terrible phenomenon about to occur. I curled up in a ball under my covers like an armadillo in the smoldering desert, as a warm tear slid down my cheek and a burst of light flooded the room. My parents walked in and shook my shoulder. I instantly started sobbing as I knew that this was something I did not want to go to at all. “This will be the worst day of my life,” I thought to myself, “...the day where I get rid of my benign tumor, the day I have knee surgery.”
“She has been so strong and hasn’t let out a single tear. On the contrary, she has been consoling me,” I overheard my father saying on the phone as he was sobbing. I remember being filled with dread because up until that point, I had never seen my father cry. Later that night my parents sat me down and informed me that my mother had a brain tumor. Her debilitating headaches should have told us something was very wrong, however we were too young to know any better. Nevertheless, we were assured that she would be fine once the lime-sized growth from her brain was removed. During her hospitalization and recovery, I was eager to have my healthy, independent mother back. Unfortunately, my vision was faulty and instead she came home depressed and
It was January 2002. I was walking home from Newton Street School. I heard loud strikes of thunder, I saw the grayish black sky above me, and I felt my heart coming through my shirt. As we scampered home my mom looked down at me and said, “Baby you know that I love you no matter what, right?” I was just 5 years old so I was clueless to what exactly was going on. I nodded my head in uncertainty and told my mother I loved her more. Just as we arrived to my house located on Bedford Street, my mom began to cry. “Mommy what’s wrong? “ I asked. She just mourned the entire time. I followed my mother into the living room until I came across 2 large suitcases centered on the dining room floor with my favorite teddy bear sitting next to them. I began
I was birthed from the sky. “Goodbye Drippy” mother cloud said with great emotion. “Why must I go” I cried to mother. “I can no longer support you my child, the weight you put on me I can no longer bare.” I did not want to precipitate, but I knew it was best. “We shall me again Drippy.” My small water droplet body began to free fall.
“In an hour we will be at the providence hospital” mom said as we come to the hospital, I open the door, and we go on an elevator, we press the button to the 2nd floor. As we got to the second floor, we sign in and go. I open the doors where my grandpa was lying. As I open the door, I see my grandma sitting by my grandpa. I see my grandma with worried eyes, exhausted, and trembling, she said “Come on in” we come in my grandpa smiles and said, “Thank you for coming.” We stayed there for 2 days to schedule appointments and, visit him and other people. The day before we had to leave we were discussing where we should send my grandpa so that he would have extra attention, and care. Finally, they came to a conclusion that they would send him to my mom’s aunt's nursery
“If we had found it any later, he would have died,” my dad’s doctor told my mother; it took the hospital too long to realized that my dad’s appendix had ruptured. The hospital had kept misdiagnosing him, and they were now trying to convince my mom the hospital wasn’t at fault. At the time, I was only eleven years old, and I was too naïve to know what was going on. However, I could see that everyone in my family was stressed about my father’s surgery he just had and his condition. In the past few days my mother had only been home for an hour a day to take a shower and have a snack. I would see her hands tremble, the bags beneath her eyes grow increasingly dark, and the color in her face disappear like her appetite. She looked so fragile and stressed, and I had no idea why she was so upset. I honestly believed that my dad just needed to spend some time in the hospital. I hadn’t seen him since he was admitted into the hospital, but I knew that he was strong enough to battle any sickness. It was now Thanksgiving break and my sister and I only wanted to go visit our father. One day, my sister and I were finally able to go see him, and that’s when everything changed.
A few minutes rolled by and I heard the house phone ring, my mom casually picked it up. It did not take more than three minutes before I heard crying; I ran to my mom’s room and she was just holding the phone at her waist. I could not have counted the tears rolling down her face, even if I had wanted to. All she did was grab me and hold me, there was a fear of the unknown; I was very timid to ask what was going on. Finally she announced that my dad had collapsed from a stroke, was in a coma, and was being flown to a hospital in Germany.
Have you ever been influenced by some important person that helped you be the person that you are today? I have been. The people that have had influence on me are the most important humans beings, my family. But before I begin talking about my family, I want to describe to you the place that we spend most of the time together which also means something important to me and my family. This place is called the family room. This room is small but cozy. It is painted in white and has three windows decorated with beautiful curtains. By the windows you can appreciate a nice view of some beautiful trees and a nice pool. On the walls there are some family photos like the ones that show where my brothers and I were born, my graduation photo, some family members photos like my grandparents, and some paintings made by one of my brothers. Also inside this room there is a nice home theater that includes a nice stereo and TV, and a new compact computer. But this is not all, this room has some very comfortable furniture and I can say that they are comfortable because I use them to watch TV, a movie, or just sit and rest. Also the furniture is used by my brothers to sit and play nitendo, to study, or play with the computer. But from all this furniture there is one chair that is the most cozy chair that I have ever sat upon and that is my father's chair. So this is our room, which is very important to us and has a lot of special things, but the most special part of this room is when it brings my family together.
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