It was around September; autumn was just around the corner, when I felt a swollen gland in my throat and wondered, “How could I be catching a cold this time of year?” Besides not feeling good, I was feeling a little down because at this time of year, right before it starts to get cold, I always look back throughout the year. Then I realize I didn’t do anything special or exciting but work; didn’t do any traveling, didn’t have a “first time” type of story for the year and didn’t complete anything off my “always wanted to do list.” My mind switched back to my cold and I wondered if a trip to the family doctor would fix my throat with antibiotics or if I should make a quick stop to the local Walgreens, for some over-the-counter cold remedies. My decision was to see the family doctor, Mr. Rivers, which for those of you old enough to remember could be right out of a Marcus Welby, MD episode. Stately and distinguished Dr. Rivers, older with slightly graying hair used his ordinary flashlight with the confidence of a seasoned medicine man. After a quick look down the throat and the familiar “ah” while he listened with his stethoscope, he always gave his patients the diagnosis before you left. This time the visit had a different feeling about it as not only was the right side of my throat still hurting but now a strange earache on my right side had surfaced. To add to my already “down in the dumps” mood, Dr. Rivers gravely advised, “You need to see an ear, nose and throat specialist.” For the first time in any episode I could remember, Dr. Marcus Welby, aka Dr. Rivers couldn’t fix his patient and I was advised to make an appointment with a Dr. Wright. Trujillo 2 While the pain was intensifying, especially during eating or swa... ... middle of paper ... ...atingly painful, I had time to rethink my life and the changes I promised to make or depending on my diagnosis, would have time to make. Would I have the courage to do scary and crazy things off my list? Or would I “play it safe” and just keep to my routine? Every time the phone rang, my heart raced and I nervously answered with a trembling voice. Finally, the phone delivered my fate, the results are in and the cyst is non-malignant, my prayers to God sent everyday and sometimes hourly have been answered. Life is precious; I’ve been given a second chance. Thanks to God’s timing, I now decide to live life to the fullest, Trujillo 4 never stop thanking Him for the things He bestows on me. The line from the Tim McGraw song, says “Live like you were dying,” now my mantra for life that is never forgotten and always turned up loud when it comes on the radio.
Terry knew that aches and pains are common in athlete’s lives. At the end of his first year of university there was a new pain in his knee. One morning Terry woke up to see that he could no longer stand up. A week later Terry found out that it was not just an ache he had a malignant tumor; his leg would have to be cut off six inches above the knee. Terry’s doctor told him that he had a chance of living but the odds were fifty to seventy percent. He also said that he should be glad it happened now fore just 2 years ago the chance of living was fifteen percent. The night before his operation a former coach brought Terry a magazine featuring a man who ran a marathon after a similar operation. Terry didn’t want to do something small if he was going to do something he was going to do it big. "I am competitive" Terry said, "I’m a dreamer. I like challenges. I don’t give up. When I decided to do it, I knew it was going to be all out. There was no in between Terry’s sixteen month follow up he saw all the young people suffering and getting weak by the disease. He never forgot what he saw and felt burdened to thoughts that died to run this marathon. He was one of the lucky one in three people to survive in the cancer clinics. Terry wrote asking for sponsorship " I could not leave knowing that these faces and feelings would still be here even though I would be set free of mine, s...
The doctor contains his professionalism, but as it goes on, pieces of frustrated irregularities begin to surface. As the doctor learns that the parents say no, that the girl says she doesn’t have a sore throat, he purs...
In the film To Live, a man and his family experience the effects of historical events of their own lives while living in China from the 1940s until the late 1970s. This film is a work of fiction, but it creates a generalization about the lives of the common folk and their imaginable struggle through life that they went through during the war. The war represented an ideological split between the Communist CPS and the KMT’s brand of Nationalism. Xu Fugui is one of the main characters and his name in Chinese means “Lucky & Rich.” Describing his character at the start on having an addiction to gambling and does not take responsibility for his actions. The film also hints slight social norms of gender inequality, such as with his wife, Jiazhen,
'Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and
Tuesdays With Morrie was an excellent book in many ways. It opened my eyes up to how I would like to die and what I would like to pass on to my loved ones. I don’t always tell my parents and brother that I love them, although very rarely do I tell my closest friends. After reading this book it has helped me be more open with my feelings. After all I will never know when I will die; it could be today or it could be in 70 years. I need to start living life like there may not be a tomorrow. If I do this, even half the time, then it will make me a better person. There are several topics of life that I need to start doing to make sure that when I die I feel complete.
About two years ago, my mom was diagnosed with a benign tumor about the size of an orange right below the temporal lobe. On a December morning, I arrived at the Holy Cross Hospital parking lot with my dad, aunt, sister. It took around 15 minutes to find a parking space. As I approached the entrance I was marveled by the modern look of the hospital and how they had set up a manger with baby Jesus. The entrance area had a Christmas tree about five times my size and a display of important figures on the opposite side of the reception desk. We walked to the nearest elevator, went up to the third floor, and walked for a while to reach the surgery area. It had countless corridors that it felt like a labyrinth. We arrived at the area where my mom
“Love is the emblem of eternity: it confounds all notion of time: effaces all memory of a beginning, all fear of an end.”
You need to hold the the puffs in your lungs longer and inhale deeper. Do it again and I’ll make sure you are doing it right. It shouldn’t be to hard. You know what, If you can’t take these next two puffs correctly. I have a device that will help you hold and inhale the puffs more effectively,” Once again I agreed and took two more deep breathes and asked if the puffs were good enough. “Alright, I’m going to go into the back and grab the device. You’ll love it and you 'll start feeling better in no time.” “one question,” my mom began to ask, “is jarrod able to go back to school?” “Why yes, this inhaler is very strong and he should be feeling better in no time.” “ Okay, good. He has missed too much school already.” Me, trusting the doctor’s every words was not feeling good about this new information. There was only three hour left of school and I was not one to enjoy the middle school atmosphere. Doctor Albec went to the back to grab the device. “Mom, do i have to go back to school? The day is almost up and I’m not feeling well.” I said trying to pull a fast one in missing school. It was a friday, and would have been a longer weekend for
Although rarely asked, don't mind at all since at least I'm here to talk about my bout with cancer. I'm trusting your cancer is in complete remission as is my (100%) case that started with discovery of Breast Cancer (x2).
In February of 2006, I began a journey that I never imagined myself taking. I was a single mother who was fighting stage 3 breast cancer. Do to the cancer, I found an interest in our local Relay for Life which I co-captained for our Bendix Team. Our local Relay was in June that year and I stayed at the track for 16 of the 18 hours where I celebrated with the other survivors and participated in all the events. To see other cancer survivors and hear their stories was uplifting to me.My family and I felt so much joy. My son celebrated with the other children at the track and we left Relay feelinghope for the first time since my diagnosis. As amazing as this experience was, it didn’t prepare me for what would become the most amazing day.
As the story begins, the unnamed doctor is introduced as one who appears to be strictly professional. “Aas often, in such cases, they weren’t telling me more than they had to, it was up to me to tell them; that’s why they were spending three dollars on me.” (par. 3) The doctor leaves the first impression that he is one that keeps his attention about the job and nothing out of the ordinary besides stating his impressions on the mother, father and the patient, Mathilda. Though he does manage to note that Mathilda has a fever. The doctor takes what he considers a “trial shot” and “point of departure” by inquiring what he suspects is a sore throat (par. 6). This point in the story, nothing remains out of the ordinary or questionable about the doctor’s methods, until the story further develops.
...h all your soul and with all your mind in every aspect of my life has to be committed to loving and serving God.
One of my most memorable experiences in Asia was my trip to the doctor. I knew that my slight fever and scratchy throat could be contributed to lack of sleep. With a twelve-hour time difference, I had the worst jet lag that was possible. Yet, the Secretariat felt that I should go to the doctor, so off I went. Once we arrived I took one look at the building and decided that I felt much better. The office was a hole in the wall that practiced family medicine and surgery. It was in stark contrast to the gigantic, pristine medical facilities I was used to. There was a very long line to see the doctor so I took a seat next to a hacking baby and an anxious young mother. What happened next was the most distressing part of my adventure. Once my chaperone announced that I was part of the school program, the doctor took me right away. As I followed the nurse back I passed by people who had been sitting there for much longer. There was a man with b...
Jesus has taught me to be thankful for all the blessing I have in life.
First, my mother giving birth, then this. Early June, I paid a visit to the doctors, where she suggested I get an MRI due to a lump in my stomach that caused a lot of unknown pain since the sixth grade. After getting many blood tests and doing the MRI, I got scary results. I found out I had a tumor in one of my ovaries. Being shocked from the news, it did not stop me from doing anything I loved. My parents were stressed and I felt guilty. After consulting with a surgeon, we had to figure out the surgery date. We kept on postponing the date because we kept on going to other surgeons in the area to see the best. Finally, the surgery date was set in November. The surgeon we chose told me the tumor can be cancerous and they would know during the surgery if it was. He also told me that the tumor was the size of a cantaloupe! I was afraid, but I think my parents were more afraid. After staying in the hospital for three gruesome days. I finally got to go home. I had about a month to recover, then I went back to school and lived my life normally once again. Those were the dreadful days of living in a