When my sister was three she started getting very sick. My mom thought she just had the flu. We had no idea what was wrong she had flu like symptoms but it lasted more then a week and every time she would eat she would throw up. My parents took her to the doctors in Austin and they could not find why she was so sick. So then my parents brought her to Rochester to see if they could find out what was wrong. They said its not the flu its something else. They did some test and she had a CT scan of her head because of the symptoms. When she would throw up she would hold the back of her head saying that it hurt. The told my parents they found something in the scan. So they sent them to a neurosurgeon and they scheduled a MRI to see if what they found was right. The neurosurgeon called my parents into a room after the test and they were told what they found. When my parents got home and they had something to tell us so we sat in the living room and my mom said your sister is very sick and they found something in the back of her had and she needs to have surgery to take it out. I was in fifth grade then so they did not tell us everything but I knew what it was my little sister had cancer. My parents told me that she had a tumor in the back of her head the size of a golf ball. I was scared because a friend of mine from school told me that her grandma had just died form cancer so I thought my sister was going to die too I started to cry. My parents calmed me done and told me that Katie's cancer is not bad and the doctors are going to do everything they can. They need to remove the tumor from her brain because it is putting pressure spinal cored and on her brain and thats what is making her throw up. Before she had the surgery she ha... ... middle of paper ... ...ome of the volunteers there called her smily because she always had a smile in her face. My parents were so happy to you could just see there attitudes change there was nothing to worry about. Once we got there you could just see the stress going away from are family we were all having fun. I thing this trip was the best family trip we had ever had. The whole trip was awesome there was so many happy volunteers every where to help, and many other families there with stories like us. We got tickets to go to Disney World so my sister could she her princess, we also got tickets to sea world and universal studios. The trip was so fun and I did not want to leave because when we were there we did not have to worry about anything cancer. We were a normal family and had no worries. Because when we would go home it would go back to the stress full life's of a normal family.
In grade 2 on the weekend I went to my friends house for a sleepover and we started playing with his little brother. We played a few games and nothing went wrong. Then we played a game where we were running away from his brother and he had to catch us. So we ran upstairs and into his room. We covered the door so he couldn’t get in, but eventually we let him in and he couldn’t get my friend so he went for me. When he finally got me he grabbed my legs and I fell and my head hit the corner of his bed and I was bleeding and screaming like crazy. So I ran down the stairs screaming my bloody head off. So hi mom drove me to the hospital and gave me ice: for my head. When we got the the hospital I was so scared I wasn’t even
I had stopped working after our daughter was born to be a full time stay at home mom, so it was just going to be me and her 24/7 for the next two weeks. For weeks leading up to his trip it was all I could think about and it kept me up at night. My husband had been in the Navy for almost 8 years at this point and had been on two Middle East deployments in our marriage so I was no stranger to being alone, but this time was different, this time I had another tiny human being that I loved more than anything in this world to keep
After college I worked at a small local hospital as an EMT-Basic, and as a chemistry lab technician at a large corporate sand-mine. One afternoon, my mother (who was the head of safety at the sand-mine), came into my office and asked me to come talk to one of the workers (Joe, a family friend) who suddenly started feeling “weird”. Walking into the room where they had him sitting, I noticed that he looked very pale. I took his pulse and noticed that it was a little faint and that his skin was clammy. He kept insisting that it was food poisoning. I suggested that he should go to the hospital to get checked out. Quickly thereafter, he began slurring his words and failed to respond to my questions. His eyes started to glaze over and he was staring blankly into space. These were the textbook signs that lead up
My brother and I had our own rooms at the time. He was eight and I was eleven. We live in a cozy three bedrooms house. One day our parents asked us to come into the living room. There were two bags on the couch and they told us to see what’s inside. Inside were delicious jelly beans and a black shirt. I unfolded the shirt and in big blue letters it said Big Brother. Then my brother unfolded his and it said the same thing. We both stared at our mom and realized she was pregnant. We were so excited, and later we find out it’s a boy. Our parents also told us that we would have to share a room, and we were fine with that.
Years ago, when I was 16 I got mono. It was a whole thing. My sister came over, I was taken by ambulance to the hospital and when they brought me home, I didn’t seem to have an appetite. During the nights of fever she would come in to my bedroom, change the sweat soaked sheets, and put me back to bed.
Around the age of 5, going to doctor appointments was a normal occurrence . I would even look forward to it, spending time with my mom. I will always cherish those times that I spent with her. Those appointments eventually lead up to the surgery that would change everything. During that surgery, the doctor had created a hole in the mesentery lining, tissue that connects organs to the wall of the abdomen. This hole eventually became larger causing many organs to fail. We brought my mom into the ER where she was brought into surgery. This would be the first time my mom would die.
After about three days of this my whooping cough was not getting any better and my parents started to get worried. My two older sisters had not suffered as much as I had and they decided to call my doctor. He came to our house that evening and as soon as he saw me and heard me cough he told my parents I needed to go to hospital that night. I was terrified. I had never been to a hospital; well not since I was born anyway.
When I was little, me and my family were sitting in the living room and watching T.V. and the next thing we hear is the doorbell. When my mom opened the door our family friend Mary, told my mom that she had dropped her keys in the dumpster and needed me and my
She had died from a very bad virus and her parents did not take her to the doctor nor did they give her the medicine the doctor had prescribed to her so she got very sick and died. We later found out it was menengitis but at that time all we knew as that she died because her parents did not do what the doctor told them to do.
The day before my fifth birthday, Mother became ill. Now I know that it was because we did not have enough food. I remember she always ate last. We went to the local hospital but we were turned away because Father said the sign read 'local residents only.'
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.
My father's eyes opened, and he called out for my sister Kelly and I to come to him. In a very serious and sad voice, he told us that he was very sick, and he was going to the Fort Wayne hospital. My mother told Kelly and I to help her pack some things for him, because he was going to be leaving soon. We helped her pack, keeping quiet because we did not want to interrupt the silence that had taken over the room.
Even in these circumstances she always said, “ I love all my babies”. Those who truly cared for her well being felt it was best she move up north with my grandmother.
Going on a road trip with my family means the world to me. We drove to another state during summer vacation, and it was by far the best road trip I have ever been on. My family and I were able to go to many fun places. We ate so many exotic and delicious foods as well. Yet most importantly, I spent time with my family and their friends. It was the day when my family and I went to California for our summer vacation.
Disney World was my dream trip, who wouldn’t want that as a dream trip. Going to Disney world was the most popular trip that was offered to each kids with cancer. The trip was the most amazing trip in my life. Going to Disney world was a stress relief for me, my mom, sister and brother. It was a relief because we all knew that going through those difficult days was over. What topped the trip off for me and my family was that everything was free, and I got to pick my dream car to ride around, Orlando Florida in. Going on rides with a free flash pass, staying in nickelodeon hotel for a week, to free breakfast lunch, and dinner. Waken up to gifts every morning to seeing my family smile made me cry. This family trip had brought my family closer than ever and we made lots of