My mother, who has been my biggest advocate and supporter in my life, had an emergency brain aneurysm surgery in December of 2015. Due to complications, she was in and out of the hospital until February of 2016. From these complications, she lost the use of the left side of her body, her vision, the ability to pain or temperature. She also developed some cognitive issues and from her medication, at a high risk for bleeding. I took the role of her caregiver, helping around at home and taking care of her. I cut back some of my school credits during my junior year and senior year to maintain both my mother and my academics at school. I still am maintaining a 3.98 GPA, taking all the higher-level math and science courses and graduating with …show more content…
This experience has taught me a lot about life. I have learned patience and to not to take things for granted. It made me realize what my parents had gone through. On top of my medical issues, I was not your “typical’ learner, and my mother realized that early on in my life. She realized my strengths and always used them to accommodate me. She always made sure I had all the appropriate therapies and was a fierce advocate from the time I was born. My mom never gave up, and when one way did not work, she tried something new. I would not have succeeded in life without my mom. Our roles have changed overnight, where now I am her advocate, making sure she is following up with her therapies, making meals, getting her medications and helping out around the house. My dad and I work as a team, and at one point, I even helped writing the bills. Fortunately, her recovery has been leaps and bounds. She is now walking and can see once again. However, she still cannot feel any pain nor temperature and is at risk for bleeding. Therefore, we are working on making accommodations for when I leave for college. A few of them are making sure we have thermometers to test heat before she touches items, silicone covers for metal in the oven, so she does not burn herself, Making certain pathways
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
When I was younger, I remember feeling as though I lived in a bubble; my life was perfect. I had an extremely caring and compassionate mother, two older siblings to look out for me, a loving grandmother who would bake never ending sweets and more toys than any child could ever realistically play with. But as I grew up my world started to change. My sister developed asthma, my mother became sick with cancer and at the age of five, my disabled brother developed ear tumors and became deaf. As more and more problems were piled upon my single mother’s plate, I, the sweet, quiet, perfectly healthy child, was placed on the back burner. It was not as though my family did not love me; it was just that I was simply, not a priority.
Summer was coming to an end, the night air grew brisker and the mornings were dew covered. The sun had just started to set behind our home; my father would be home soon. I walked into the kitchen only to be greeted by my mother cooking dinner. She stood there one hand on her hip, her one leg stuck out at her side, knee slightly bent, stirring the pot holding the spoon all the way at the tip of the handle. She looked as pissed off as could be. My mother always felt she could be doing a million other things besides cooking dinner. We sat there talking until I heard a familiar soft rumble in front of our house. The rumble was accompanied by my father fidgeting at the front door. His old noisy Bronco always made his presence known. He plodded down the hallway into the kitchen to greet my mother with a peck on the cheek. After one more quick stir she plopped a hot pad on the table followed by a pan of sliced meatloaf in sauce. The smell of the meat, potatoes, and veggies filled the kitchen instantly and the family gathered around the table. The meal was a typical one in our household, my mother who had a million other things to do that day, including having her own personal time did not feel like cooking a twelve course meal. However, my father who always came home expecting steak did not see the meal as appetizing as the rest of us.
For example what I was really struggling with reading in forth grade she got me help by making do eye exercises at Pacific University. It was very difficult for me and my family because we had to do the eye exercises three times a day with at least one other person to help me do them properly. And my mom was the one that would take me to all of my appointments every time they had to do more tests on me. Another thing that she would help me with was my sports, every time I have a softball game out in Tillamook or some place far away she is happy to take me to my games after a long day of work. Every day I was with her she would take me to my practices and
What makes person a hero? Is it fighting for your country in war, rescuing a “damsel in distress,” or being the one to discover cancer? All of that is heroic, but being a hero can mean many things and be the simplest things. To me, it is being brave and strong when all seems doomed. It is sacrificing things for the better of someone else. It is the smallest act of kindness that was not expected. My mother, Susan Marie McCartney, is my hero.
Now with the aid of a rollator my mother can walk. Some days are more difficult than others, but she doesn’t let it stop her from enjoying her life. Being beside my mother during this entire experience has taught me three important things. The first: your life can dramatically change at any given moment, so make an effort to enjoy today to it’s fullest. The second: you can overcome whatever obstacles lie ahead, it may not be easy, but it’s possible. The third: you must be brave. If you are not brave, you won’t fight, you won’t thrive, you will not be happy. After realizing this, I decided to take a gap
There has been an alarming increase in the number of people being diagnosed with cancer nowadays. In my family alone, almost all my grandparents and their siblings all died because of cancer. The question that enters our mind is how does cancer start?
Even though I can be stubborn, and I don’t always listen she puts up with me all the time and I thank her for that because without my mom I would forget to do a lot of things, like if I have everything in the morning before I go to school. Also, you have three kinds you are all the same age, who all share a room, and just though all of our clothes on the ground, you take the time to clean out our room and do the laundry, so we have clothes to wear, and a clean room so we can find things. You also make it possible for all of us to get ready in the morning considering that we only have one bathroom to get ready in the morning.
I will like to take this time to appreciate everyone reading this statement and to also acknowledge God first and the financial department for taking me so far in my education. This nation, America has been a blessing to me in so many ways I did not image. I was born during the 1990 war in West Africa in a country known as Liberia. According to my adopted mom's, she found me lying by my dead mother, whom appeard to have died from a bullet wound to the head, with no family or close friend to relate to. I grow up knowing this woman to be my mom and up to this day, I have never seen or even spoken to anyone who is biologically related to me.
She always cares for me even in the worst conditions like the time I had salmonella in 5th grade she was at the side of my hospital bed for the whole 4 days I was out. Mom I love you and no one can deny that you inspire me to do better than i did before thank you for always being there for me. I love
As the contractions began to grip my stomach, I realized that my life would forever be changed. Knowing the old me had to die in order for me to become a new me. After being abandon at the age of five, I grew up feeling lonely and unloved. I was filled with so much anger, malice, hurt and unforgiveness that I held against others. I didn’t have the luxury of living in a stable environment, because growing up I was always living from home to home. I had no intentions to strive for better, I had begun to allow my upbringing to be my excuse. Years of disappointment resulted in me caring less in others desire. I couldn’t love anyone because love was never shown to me, but
She also was on the school board at my grade school, was politically active, and was active in our church. Seeing her stand up to error in public situations gave me the strength to do the same. Sadly, I had to fight error in my high school history class. I disputed my religion teacher's position concerning the civil rights movement (just one of many discussions we had that year). But without Mom's example, I would have been silent like the other kids.
while, being as he was rushing to Cooper Hospital to see my mother. At this
She could explain anything to me and I would understand straight away. She helped a lot for my education and always was there to help. My parents knew that she could teach me and show how hard it is these days and how hard I should work. That is why they always made sure I saw her enough but it never was for me.
All in all, my mother has had a great impact on my life. She encourages me to always grow and blossom into a better person each day of my life. No matter what happens in life, she has taught me to have faith and keep a smile on my face because better days will come. She’s been supportive and makes sure that I continue to prosper. Also, she has helped mold me into the young adult I am today and the success adult that I am sure to be in my future. My mother has greatly affected my life and for that she is greatly