Everyone has gone through a period of their lifetime where they have either been through some of the best times of their lifes, filled with happiness and joy; or they have been through some of the worst times of their lifes, filled with anxiety and sorrow. The worst time in my life was when my brother had a brain aneurysm; I never had seen my family filled with so much fear before. My dad came into my room, turned on the light, and woke up my sister and I. I rose up out of my bed thinking that it was time to start getting ready for school. Then, my dad told us that my brother, Jacob, was very sick. I did not know how serious this was or what exactly was going on. As I walked into my parents room I notived my mom frantically pacing back and forth …show more content…
As soon as we packed our bags and were ready, we headed to Amarillo. My mom had planned to fly to Austin with my other brother, Marcus, while my sister and I stayed with our sister-in-law. The next morning, my youngest older brother, Matthew, came to see my sister and I. I remember him picking us up and telling us that we were going to drive to Austin to visit Jacob. On the drive down there, he started talking to us how never in his life did he think we would be put in this situation; then tears started rolling down his cheeks. He continued talking and saying how he knows each of us can get on each others last nerve, but deep down we still love each other and need to cherish every moment given; because every day is not promised. And that was when his phone rang. He was given the news that Jacob was being sent into emergency surgery due to a brain aneurysm. None of us knew what to think. Each and everyone of us were terrified because anything could easily go wrong during the procedure. Very rarely do people survive aneurysms, and when they do, they are left paralyzed or brain dead. When we arrived at the hospital, we were told that the surgery went well and they placed my brother in the Intensive
Brain aneurysms practically go unnoticed and tend to have few to no symptoms until the rare occasion when the aneurysm ruptures. The bursting aneurysm causes bleeding in the brain and then often leads to a stroke. This is exactly what happened to my great-aunt Judy who survived a brain aneurysm and stroke.
In early 2015, my father had a stroke that had made one of his fingers
The hardships I have faced in my life thus far have at times seemed the most menacing monster one could hope to face; however, after I have overcome them or passed them by I find that in respect to others I know I have faced nothing but the smallest of problems. Unlike others I have not lost anyone close to me, been made to relocate over and over, or been tormented because of belief or being. But even though my life may lack the most stereotypical forms of adversity, one should not infer that I have never been made to feel alone, forgotten, and completely lost.
Brain Aneurysms What is a brain aneurysm? One could define a brain aneurysm as a bulging, weak area in the wall of an artery that supplies blood to the brain. Over time, weak areas in the walls bulge out, causing the blood vessel walls to become weaker as the aneurysm grows (Simon). In most human beings, a brain aneurysm can go undetected for years, even possibly one's entire life. Some people however are not so lucky, in some instances, the aneurysm can rupture or explode, causing a hemorrhagic stroke, which is known as the type of stroke that causes bleeding in the brain.
We were interrupted by a phone call from my dad. My mom was still joking and in a silly mood when she started talking to my dad. Suddenly the conversation turned from joking to dead silence and my mom started crying. She tearfully asked, "Is she ok? Was she alone?" I was thinking my sister went riding and fell off her horse or that something had happened to my grandma.
My grandmother has been a very important person throughout my life. My entire childhood was spent with her, but once I started getting older, it has been hard to keep up with each other. During this time of our distant relationship, she experience a ruptured brain aneurysm, and I have never gotten the opportunity to sit down with her and learn more about this. She cannot recall anything that happened after when she was experiencing symptoms up until four to five months post insult, so I also referred to my mom and her husband for this time period.
Walking into the hospital silently, we went in the elevator to the 6th floor. Walking up to the doors she said "We're here to see Noah Ferguson in room 108" and the doors opened. We walked to my brothers room, then walked in. The first thing I saw Noah laying in a hospital bed, with my mom and dad sitting on a small couch-like thing talking to
I watched the chaos of my brother, mother, and father running around the house in a hurry to get ready to go see my late grandma. Then, my dad spotted me standing there in the middle of the
One day a little girl who lived in the Lehigh valley her whole life found out some news that was going to change her life forever, I was that little girl. It was the summer of 2011 and I was at Brookside Country Club a place that I spent most of my summer. I was eating dinner with my family after a long day of swimming with my friends. We had just ordered dessert and my dad told my brother and I to go in the parking lot and wait for him because he had something to tell us. At this moment I was scared I thought to myself oh no someone in my family had passed away. My dad came outside smiling so I soon realized it wasn’t something sad. I look at my older brother hoping his facial expression would help me come up with how I should be acting.
It was a cold, windy, and snowy January night and my family and I were just about to fall asleep and the phone rang. I could tell by my mom's voice that something was very wrong. I laid in my bed trying to hear what was being said. My door opened and Mom told me we had to go. Quickly, we got in the car and headed to Children's Hospital in the middle of a snow storm. My parents were on the phone trying to get information and also starting to have friends and family pray for my brother.
My dad went into my grandma's room alone because the secretary said that they hadn't taken my grandma to get cremation place and my sister and I were scared of seeing her dead for some reason. So the waiting game began my sister and I talked about all the fun times we had with my grandma while my dad went into her room to start cleaning her room and getting stuff ready to get packed up. About two hours later a guy came with a cart and took my grandma away to get cremated. He asked us if we had some last words we all said no and he drove the cart away. As he took my grandma away I had a sad feeling inside one that was really hard to explain but it hurt a
My dad and I walked to my neighbors house. I banged loudly on the door and screamed,”I broke my arm.” Panicking, she answered the door and sat me and the hard cold couch. I was in shock and all I could do was try not to pass out. Soon after the ambulance men rushed in, the first thing one of them said was “ What do we do?” That freaked me out even
I was in school when my phone kept vibrating in my pocket and I knew it was my mom. Soon I was called to the office and Jennifer told me that my mom needs me to leave school and come home immediately. So I went back to my class, got my things and said I was leaving for the day. I was very confused as I was driving, when I reached the curves in the road a few miles before my house it just came to my mind that something could be wrong with my great grandma. I shortly arrived at home and my mom told me what was going on and told me that I needed to help her pack clothes and everything else we would need for about a week. I went to my room and my emotions took over and I started to tear up and was very upset that this was happening.
I feel blessed with the life given to me. It may not be perfect but I am contented and extremely gratified for its serenity. In my 15 years of living, I cannot say that I have gone through the ‘toughest time’ of my life. But I know that I have gone through enough that it has molded me into the person I am today.
February twenty-third 2010 was just a regular ordinary day. I was on my way to class on this cold February afternoon, when my phone rung. It was my cousin on the other end telling me to call my mom. I could not figure out what was wrong, so I quickly said okay and I hung up and called my mom. When my mom answered the phone I told her the message but I said I do not know what is wrong. My mom was at work and could not call right away, so I took the effort to call my cousin back to see what was going on. She told me that our uncle was in the hospital and that it did not look good. Starting to tear up I pull over in a fast food restaurant parking lot to listen to more to what my cousin had to say. She then tells me to tell my mom to get to the hospital as quickly as possible as if it may be the last time to see her older brother. My mom finally calls me back and when I tell her the news, she quickly leaves work. That after-noon I lost my Uncle.