To begin, I should mention how all my life I had this problem where I faint every time I need to perform a bowel movement. My stomach closes up and it messes up the process, so I faint. This affected me all my life, and one time it caused serious damage. I had gone to church that morning and was ready for my Sunday afternoon lunch. It was my family, my grandparents, and I who had entered the sensational smelling restaurant called Viva Villa. It was known for its great Mexican Food and Mexican Heritage of mariachi. The aroma of fresh carne asada kissed my nose as the door to the kitchen was being swung open by a waiter. I could see sizzling fajitas in its pan being served to a table. We sat down and had a great time! At the end …show more content…
She said that I had to take a CAT- scan to check that I didn’t have a tumor from falling when I fainted. They were also were going to give me my Tdap shot, the one you take for sixth grade, might as well. This scared me because it was a lot of stuff to do in one evening. I also thought, what if I did have a tumor. We returned to the waiting room where my father was sitting, my mom told him everything. It was the first time I saw my brothers scared for me. I saw such sad and worried faces that it made me scared and sad. My mom called my aunt to come pick up my brothers because it would take a long time, it was just my parents and I. I waited impatiently, while the different scenarios played in my head. What if I had a tumor? What would happen? What were they going to do? How would it affect me? Would I be mentally ill? Would I die? Would they have to d surgery? If I did have a tumor how long would I stay at the hospital? Would there be a possibility that I didn’t have a tumor? It was time for me to go in again and get my Tdap shot. I sat down again on the patient’s bed. My mom told me to think of my happy place to distract myself, and I did so, it hurt! My shoulder hurt it was sore for a while. All that was left was the CAT- scan, and as I was waiting I started to get hungry because a couple hours had passed by. My dad took me to a vending machine outside. All I had was a pack of Oreos, it was a …show more content…
We walked back to the waiting room, more scared than ever. All we had to do now was wait for the results, which took longer than anything else. I was really bored, impatient, and tired, it was night time now. When a doctor called my name I was instantly lifted and ready for what I’ve been waiting to hear. My heart was pounding really fast. The results were positive, I didn’t have a tumor! A weight was lifted off my shoulders and I was able to think positive, I was relieved! We headed home happier than ever, and we stopped for a meal because we were starving. They let me decide, so I chose Taco Bell. I was so anxious to eat, but when I finally got food my bean and cheese burritos had onions. Eeek! I was so uncomfortable eating it that I didn’t
I had just finished facing my fears watching the metallic needle slip so seamlessly under my skin into the veins of my nervous, clammy hand. Hugging my Mom like it could have been the last time I saw her, seeing my dad's face stern and worried. I wheeled down the hall into this operating room, white was all I saw, a bed in the middle for the surgery to go down. As I lay on the bed waiting to be put under I remember seeing the blue masks of the people to be operating on me, I had to put all my trust in them, trusting someone you seen for less than 5 seconds with your life. Absolutely terrifying. The nurse slipping the fluid into my IV as I lay on my back looking up at the white ceiling, this cold sensations rushed over me. Then suddenly, I was out.
"Selena Gibson" the nurse called out after opening the closed door. I stood up and quickly moved forward toward the nurse. Stepping through the door I was ask to turn to the right and go down the hallway. Walking down the long stretch dragging my feet along the way I was scared to find out what the doctor was going to say. Turning to the left the room looked impersonal and cold. I was asked to seat in the chair and wait till the doctor came in with the results.
Annette could not take that as a final answer and told her that she would not just leave it and should get a second opinion and have another test run. The patient went back and requested a more thorough test be completed, she got the results back and everything was clear and her primary care physician assured her she was fine. Initially she would perform the exams as learned in school, but now after finding something abnormal, she now does a more thorough check, especially on patients with a previous history of cancer. This incident solidified her belief in early detection and proper documentation.
If a doctor didn't come and talk to us soon, I was going to march my way into one of those rooms and find the doctor myself. It was cruel to keep us waiting so long without answers; I was going crazy with worry.
When I finally made it to a doctor, I was told the lump was unlikely to be cancer, but needed to be looked at nonetheless. My doctor reassured me that an "incisional biopsy" could be performed on an outpatient basis and that I would be able to return home that same day. I had the biopsy on a Friday and as I was recovering, still in a daze from the pain medication, I couldn't help but notice my doctor's furrowed brows as he asked me to return on Monday to go over the results. He went on to explain that I actually had two tumors, one masking the other. I was now faced with a double-threat, if you will, to my 4...
I had finally gotten a doctors appointment with a rheumatologist to see what was going on. On the way to the doctor’s I was sitting in the front seat, and my heart felt like it was going to pound out of my chest. I didn’t know what to think of my pain, I was only 10 and I had no idea what was going on, I was so nervous. When we finally got to the doctors office they called me back in less than 10 minutes
When I got rushed to the hospital, the frigid air in the hospital only made my fears grow and my mind to spiral out of control. Because I needed to receive my test results, I stayed overnight at the hospital. The next few days would prove to be the longest days I had ever experienced. After two grueling days, my fears became reality. The doctors told me that I had a stroke.
I completely froze at the thought of cancer. I agreed to take the tests and that's exactly what I did. They
We arrived at the emergency room only to find several people already there. Joey was begging me to do something to stop the pain in his back; we waited and waited and waited. Finally, in total anger and despair I set out to find someone to help. The doctor came over, examined him and asked me several questions; it was slowly becoming apparent to me that this doctor did not have any answers. Meanwhile I was growing more concerned about the unknown; what was wrong with my child? The doctor, obviously puzzled by the situation, decided to run a CBC (complete blood count). This took what felt like an eternity, suddenly the doctor became somewhat evasive, almost secretive. I was exasperated, determined to find out what was wrong with Joey’s lab report. I inched my way over behind the curtain, so I could overhear bits and pieces of the doctor’s conversation. They were discussing things like a low hemoglobin count and a high white blood cell count, then I heard it, the most devastating word I have ever heard a doctor say-Leukemia.
Irritable Bowel Syndrome. Mayo Foundation for Medical Education and Research, 2014. Web. 20 May 2014.
My mind was all muddled up and everything went topsy-turvy inside it. Yet, I remained still and silent. No one would ever imagine how I was feeling. There wasn't the cool atmosphere around me, nor the usual tranquility outside. My heart was pounding fast. I could hear the voice of my doctor saying that I had cancer and I could only live for a month.