I believe in and trust the process. The Process: Putting in work or time to fix a problem, or fulfill a dream. The process was first brought to my ears when Joel Embiid, an NBA All Star, was out his first 2-3 years with an injury. When people doubted him, he told them to trust the process. Overtime, he made recovery, worked hard and got to show his full potential. Last year, he made his debut year, but falling short to an injury. This year, healthier than ever, he is an All Star. Looking back at it, the process has made appearances in my life before, except for me realizing it was a process. When I was around late 4, early five years old, my parents had split. My mother had done all the work, stressed that my father did nothing around the house. She left him and took my three brothers and I. We moved to Cathedral City from Beaumont. My grandma had lived here and was supporting us when we were down. Everyday, I saw my mother stress out with no help. She looked like she was giving up on it, but my grandma told her to keep working, to keep her head up. My mom did that, getting a good job, getting paid enough to support 4 kids, keep a roof over our heads. The process took …show more content…
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
Living our busy lives no one else in the family could travel to Houston. Grandma was a strong woman. She could overcome anything and cancer was not going to defeat her. When she arrived at the hospital the doctors took a cat scan and figured out that she had stage four melanoma skin cancer. While my mother and grandma were at M.D. Anderson I was at home living a normal life just starting my first high school basketball season. Every night I worried about how she was doing not thinking about my school work or my athletics. A couple weeks later I called grandma and asked her how she was doing and she assured me that everything was going to be okay and that I should not worry about her. That’s how she lived. She never put herself first in any situation and family and friends were her main focus. Grandma would do anything to make her grandkids happy. I told my grandma I loved her and hung up the phone. The next day at school I looked up the percentage of people killed by melanoma skin cancer and the results were not good. One person dies of melanoma every 54 minutes. When I got home that evening I told my dad that I needed to be in Houston with my grandma. He said he didn’t think that he could make it happen with his busy schedule. I called my mom upset realizing that
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
During my ninth grade year, my grandma was set to have her meningioma brain tumor removed on February 2nd, 2015. She was, of course, nervous about the surgery. Someone was going to literally cut open her head and essentially suck out the tumor. It was a normal school day for me. I woke up, got ready for school, and almost rushed out of the house, but she stopped me to say goodbye while making a seemingly innocent joke about not returning the same after her surgery. At the time I was ignorant of the possibilities and hit by a truck when I was pulled out of school early. There were complications and she had a minor stroke. I was petrified by the idea of losing her, the woman that I looked up to, and who practically raised me but the outcome was
My beliefs are important to me. I wake up every morning with a cup of coffee in my hand and turn on the daily news. I see many problems occurring around the world, but most of us are too blind to actually do something to help. We are too blinded by our society's cultural that we can’t separate ourselves from the good and bad.
I spent the next few years stuck in a dismal abyss waiting for something to change. Then something did. I was finally old enough to get a job asking people if they wanted fries with their order. I made just enough money to purchase my own medication and the little that I had left over I spent buying books. For the first time in a long time my mind was quiet and I was able to focus. I was starting to enjoy quiet time reading books. I started with the books I avoided from elementary school and eventually worked my way up. My vocabulary was slowly growing
I was ten years old and my grandfather had recently had surgery to fix a brain bleed and was deteriorating rapidly. I was about to head to my soccer game when my mom phoned us, and then we rushed over to Victoria General Hospital. We met my uncle and my two cousins in the parking lot and then went up to the hospital room. It was a large room with lots of windows and we had it all to ourselves. Throughout the morning we sat at his bedside and played cards and each of us went up to his sleeping body and told him one thing that we liked about him. Between trips to get ice cream, telling us his stories from the Korean war, playing cards and rides on his scooter, I thought we had covered what I valued most about his company. We also had a wonderful nurse that checked on us periodically and spoke with mom and her sister about the care he was to receive. I was too young to understand most of these conversations, but I remember that he offered tissues and brought in a chaplain. My mom grew up in the Anglican church and so I feel that by having a spiritual leader there in my grandfather’s
I am an undocumented student at UC Davis. When I am asked a simple question such as, "describe your personal experiences", I ask myself: Where do I begin?
Summer vacation, and school ends for about three months, and then you have as much fun as you can, then back to school… right? Well I had to go to summer school, but it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. Everything was going fine, I had a job after summer school, and that was going fine as well. They say that summer is supposed to be fun and exciting, and it usually is for me and my family. However in July my father started coughing up blood. My father usually doesn’t make it his top priority to go to the doctors, so he waited about four weeks until he really didn’t feel good.
March of 2014 my Grandma passed away due to an aneurysm rupture. At that time I didn't know what to do, or think. In the past we had made a plan of what to do if something were to happen. The next week all the paperwork started, and I was going to be living with my sister in Altoona. Not long after my Grandma passed I got a call saying my Mom had passed
I did not understand why this disease was put on him. It made me question why if our God is so good then why do bad things happen? And I got mad at God for putting this disease on my brother and making him go through this. I was told time and time again that it was all part of God’s plan, but I could not help getting mad and feeling as though none of this was fair. Of course I prayed for healing, my whole family did, but healing would not come. Why would God not answer our prayers especially when we pray so much? Why does he still have this disease, why does he never feel completely better, why does he have to give himself shots? Why won’t God take this away? I did not understand. I do now, now I realize that it is part of God’s plan, even if we did not see it then and we still do not see the ultimate fulfillment of it. After lots of prayer and reading the bible to try to understand, I am no longer mad at God. I no longer feel angry when I am praying for healing for Jared. Even though I still don’t completely understand why my brother has this disease, I am able to live with it know that God still does love us and my brother even though he put this illness on
Often when the tables have turned out of our favor we are as quick to blame God for our lows as we are for our highs. My father has had an on and off relationship with God since the loss of his mother when he was 16 years old. He had trouble wrapping his mind around the concept that ‘bad things can happen to good people’. Having watched his mother die of breast cancer, he became a doctor to help others. He works alongside other doctors and nurses to carry out his own modern miracles, but there are cases which he cannot always explain. Almost 10 years ago he had a patient that entered cardiac arrest. Arriving in the Emergency Room unconscious, he remained so for the greater than 72 hours. Prolonged unconsciousness is generally a bad prognosticator. His unconscious state was caused by a 100 percent occlusion of his left anterior descending artery that led to ventricular fibrillation. The most optimistic of doctors believed that at best he would live the rest of his life brain dead. The patient walked out of the hospital 12 days later. Based on expected medical conditions, this patient should have died. My father could only reason that this situation was influenced by the hand of God. Similarly to the story of Pi, some occurrences are unexplainable, moving people to believe that God is
My grandfather went to a hospital in Houston to have his surgery conducted by a specialist. My grandmother spent day and night in the hospital, never leaving his side. Their five children all took turns staying in the hospital with my grandparents. Most of the time, my mother stayed in Houston, and I stayed with her. To see my grandfather go through that amount of pain was horrible. My heart ached as I prayed for God to heal him and help him though the surgeries. My fear continued to grow at this point, but my grandparent’s faith remained strong.
My lack of understanding, questions, and anger slowly started to decline when my grandfather died. This was the first time in my life, I was able to understand the true meaning of the statement “have faith”. I was able to see the power of God comforting my family members, especially my grandmother. I was finally able to understand and grieve with God’s help.
There is a point in everyone’s life when they step back and realize “I can’t do this anymore, it’s ruining my life”. Many of my friends have started smoking cigarettes while drinking at a very young age, and continue to use this drug currently and don’t realize the affect it has on their future. While I have been smart enough to avoid smoking, I haven’t been as wise at making decisions when it comes to drinking. The amount of partying I’ve done in college has taken over my life, and has had a huge impact on my grades. Changing my drinking habits and continuing to avoid cigarettes will enable me to be the best I can be for the rest of my college experience.
My father had broken his pelvis in 4 places. He looked helpless and miserable, something I had never seen until that day. Over time, he learned how to use his lower body again. With the help of my family and the support of his friends, my dad started to get better. The doctors said he would never be able to walk again, but within three months of living in his parents’ house in a hospital bed, being taken care of like a child, he gained back his strength and is better than before. Besides the emotional trauma this incident left on my family, it’s physically like the accident never even happened.