The end for Grandpa We got a phone call from grandma, saying that grandpa is in the hospital with ammonia. We could not believe what we heard. We all felt like that would be the end for him, he was really week before he got ammonia, because of what happened to him, when he was young. We stayed in Everett 2 days to schedule appointments, and visit him. Because of my grandpa going to the hospital with ammonia, I learned to love and cherish, the people who love and care for me. I couldn’t imagine how my grandma felt; she did not want to lose him. As we get a trembling phone call, our family gathers together in the living room, a big brown family comfy couch. We started discussing how we should help, how we should support this family in a time of need. Finally we discussed and discussed until we came to a conclusion that we will go ad visit our grandpa in the hospital. “But we don’t have a reliable car” said dad, finally after long hours of discussing, dad went to check the car until midnight. As the next day arrived, it seemed like everything was perfect, because it was so peaceful, and the sun …show more content…
“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
David’s rehab center on 32nd. So they sent her off to that facility. The whole family agreed that would be great, so she would be able to gain her mobility back. It's February now and after doing all of the therapy my grandmother would be coming home Friday, February the 12th, wow this felt like the worse was coming to an end and she was coming home tomorrow morning. But God had other plans, we had got a call that Friday morning at 3:45 am saying that heart had stopped and that it was unknown how long she had been down, they said it took them ten minutes to get a pulse started and they battled for an hour to stabilize her heartbeat. This was it. She’s gone. But we have to keep the faith when we arrived at the hospital she had only been stable for about five minutes. This to us already was tragic news they had her on a ventilator, which is also known as life support. We knew that at this point in time the lady that was holding the family together was now holding on to her life. The doctors told us that the worst case scenario she could be brain dead, they ran the test and finally found out why her heart stopped. My grandmother had had a pulmonary embolism which is a condition when one or more arteries in the lungs are blocked by a blood clot. This embolism caused her heart to stop. The cooled her body temperature all the way down to 30 degrees Fahrenheit to protect her brain. When they did the CAT scan they revealed that she was, in fact, brain dead and without the machine she wouldn’t
It had been a cold, snowy day, just a few days after Thanksgiving. My grandmother became immensely ill and unable to care for herself. We knew she had health problems but her sudden turn for the worst was so unexpected and therefore we weren’t prepared for the decisions that had to be made and the guilt we would feel. Where would grandma live? Would she be taken care of? So many concerns floated around. A solution was finally found and one that was believed to be the best or so we thought.
"Woohoo,were finally at school" I exclaimed sleepily.I saw my saw my dad walking toward me as I stepped of the of the bus."You look tired" my dad pointed out to me. "I am," I told him."I could'int get any sleep with everything distracting me especially the T.V." I continued telling my dad as we walked toward the car. On the car ride home I told my dad about all the awesome adventures we had in
Getting ready to walk into Anna’s hospice room, my anxiety level was escalating. Saying a quick prayer, I asked God to help me find the right words to comfort Anna and her family. Upon knocking on her door, a young lady in her middle 20’s answered the door. Opening the door for me, she informed me Anna was her grandmother and she would like me just to sit with her and that she would return after work. And she left. No get to know you introduction here, very formal, matter of fact, serious kind of girl. No one was going to invade her space. Oh well, I thought, I’m here to help Anna, hopefully Julie will open up later.
My mother waves from the driveway as we pull away in the moving truck. She is smiling at me, but I know her heart is breaking. My father puts his arm around her and together they say goodbye. The air outside is cold but it is sunny and as we pull away from the house with my life’s possessions and our brand new baby, embarking on our journey, I feel a rush of excitement. Onward!
Nancy was only four years old when her grandmother died. Her grandmother had a big lump on the lower right hand side of her back. The doctors removed it, but it was too late. The tumor had already spread throughout her body. Instead of having a lump on her back, she had a long stitched up incision there. She couldn’t move around; Nancy’s parents had to help her go to the bathroom and do all the simple things that she use to do all by herself. Nancy would ask her grandmother to get up to take her younger sister, Linh, and herself outside so they could play. She never got up. A couple of months later, an ambulance came by their house and took their grandmother away. That was the last time Nancy ever saw her alive. She was in the hospital for about a week and a half. Nancy’s parents never took them to see her. One day, Nancy saw her parents crying and she have never seen them cry before. They dropped Linh and her off at one of their friend’s house. Nancy got mad because she thought they were going shopping and didn’t take her with them.
My grandmother led me to the master bedroom where my grandfather lies with an eerie stillness. The expression on my face must have been priceless, my grandmother touched my shoulder, and informed me, grandpa is sleeping. My grandmother asked me to have a cup of tea with her, so we strolled slowly to the kitchen in silence. Meanwhile, my husband stayed in the room with grandfather watching over him as if he was a guardian of the night. She proceeded to the brew Chai Tea, and she and I sat at the table talking for what appeared like hours. During our heartfelt conversation she informed be that Grandpa should be on what they call “Hospice” care, nonetheless they both refused it. She knew I was familiar palliative care from working in the hospital. This was the reason my grandfather had requested both Jim and I, to bring him to Wisconsin. My heart sank in my chest as I came to the realization that I was in fact “Journeying” my grandfather home to die. While my grandfather rested in bed, the three of us took care of packing, and making arrangements for somebody to watch the home while my grandmother was away. We loaded the vehicle with additional provisions for the long journey home, including a walker and wheelchair. Jim and I made a bed in the back of the Excursion using a mattress and a memory foam pad, to ensure my grandfather’s comfort for the long journey home. Finally, it was time to aid my grandfather into
I got up and I walked past my mom and up the stairs, I saw my grandma sitting in the living room, I ignored her and just went straight to the shower. After my shower, I went got dressed and talked myself into going to the living room. I could feel the tension in the air, my mom sat smiling eyes red as ever, as for my grandma she sat there with the look of pity on her face. I felt like a freak show, like I was something everyone wanted to see. “Hey baby girl,” my mom said to me, motioning me to the seat next to her.
Since I was too young, I could not enter the place in the hospital where the surgery took place. All I had to do was hope for the best for my Grandma. Before she went to get surgery she told me, “Don’t worry I’ll do great”. “I know you will”, I said as she went to get her surgery. After a few hours of waiting I was getting a little bit worried.
My grandpa had 5 bypass surgery. He quickly recovered over two years. Around May of 2017, he got really sick. He had falls everyday, cutting his skin open. He had lost weight, lost leg strength, had refused to eat for a week, and he put tons of stress on my grandma. It got to the point where doctors told her that she should start looking for caskets, and told her he wouldn’t make it passed June. She was heartbroken. My whole mom’s side of the family ws. I prayed and prayed for my grandpa to stay. I had tried to feed him, I tried to help him walk. I gave it my all to have him stay. God heard my prayers, and he listened. My grandpa started to eat, walk, bring life back to him. The process took 5 or 6 months, but it’s 2018 and looks better than
After patiently waiting a while for my Granny Jo’s results to come back, which felt like years! it finally came that day my Granda Alfie went to hospital with my Granny too see if things where looking up or tragic. This was a very tense time in my life, however I had so much hope my Granny would be good as new as she is a brave women. The feeling of the wait was unbearable. I remember my mum sitting me down that day to tell me the news which I was hoping was great new… The news was not so great not at all! My Granny Jo had lung cancer - my heart sunk rock bottom when I heard this news I felt my pulse in my ears, my head was about to explode. Everything in the room felt distance I did not know what to feel or do. This was a time in all my family’s life and mine which was a huge change everything around me felt so different and I felt I had a lot of growing up to do to be there for my Granny and my Family. Everyone w...
It was June 6, 2011. I remember taking my mother to the County Hospital’s emergency room. She seemed extremely exhausted; her eyes were half-closed and yellow, and she placed her elbow on the armchair, resting her head on her palm. I remember it was crowded and the wait was long, so she wanted to leave. I was the only one there with her, but I did not allow her to convince me to take her home. I told her in Spanish, “Mom, let’s wait so that we can get this over with and know what’s going on with you. You’ll see everything is okay, and we’ll go home later on.” I wish then and now that would have been the case. Unfortunately, she was diagnosed with colon cancer that had spread to many parts of her body including her lungs and kidneys. The doctor said to me not considering that I was a minor and my mother’s daughter, “Her disease is very advanced and we don’t think she will live longer than a year.” With this devastating news, I did not know what to do. I thought to myself that perhaps I should cry, or try to forget and take care of her as best I could and make her laugh to ease her pain.
After countless hours of uncomfortable naps and tasteless meals between flights, we finally arrived at the unfamiliar land of America. Leaving all our dear friends and families behind, I was told that we came here in hope of a better future, my future specifically. I was never really socially active and at the time, English was a whole new concept that I have yet to understand. The inability to communicate with other makes it even harder for me to express myself and it mold my personality to become more antisocial than I ever was. There’s always this uneasy feeling that linger when someone talk to me and I cannot give them a response and it’s even harder to say something because I was afraid of making a mistake and make a fool out of myself.
It was Friday night, I took a shower, and one of my aunts came into the bathroom and told me that my dad was sick but he was going to be ok. She told me that so I did not worry. I finished taking a bath, and I immediately went to my daddy’s house to see what was going on. My dad was throwing-up blood, and he could not breath very well. One of my aunts cried and prayed at the same time. I felt worried because she only does that when something bad is going to happen. More people were trying to help my dad until the doctor came. Everybody cried, and I was confused because I thought it was just a stomachache. I asked one of my older brothers if my dad was going to be ok, but he did not answer my question and push me away. My body shock to see him dying, and I took his hand and told him not to give up. The only thing that I heard from him was, “Daughters go to auntie...
I wake up in this room. My mother is to my left crying with her face in the palms of her hands. My dad, he paces the floor with his hands in his pockets. I am scared I can barely remember what has transpired. As my mother stands and looks at me square in the eyes, the nurse comes and says with a grin on her radiant face “Hello, Mr. Howard. How are you feeling?” I attempt to sit up, but my body is aching. My dad hurries over to help, but it was no use the pain was overbearing. I began to weep and apologize. My dad with a stern look on his face says, “Andra, you are fine now just relax”. How could I relax? I am stuck in this room with no memory of what happened.