Death Happens” By Someone Else Throughout the beginning of my life, I thought death only happened to other people. I walked through each day without any concern for tomorrow. I always believed nothing bad would ever happen to my family, or me. My life experiences have changed the way I think about life and death. I have learned firsthand how life can be perfect one minute and horribly tragic the next minute. I received a phone call late one night from my mother telling me to get to the hospital. I could hear panic in her voice, but she would not tell me what was going on. As I raced to the hospital, I remember thinking; nothing bad is going to happen, I am in complete control. As I walked through the parking lot I had the greatest …show more content…
I could hear panic in her voice, but she would not tell me what was going on. As I raced to the hospital, I remember thinking; nothing bad is going to happen, I am in complete control. As I walked through the parking lot I had the greatest feeling of invincibility. When I walked through the doors of the hospital, I knew something was wrong. The look on the face of my mother was horrific, and she was sobbing uncontrollably. These were not tears of sickness or injury; the tears that I saw coming from my mom were tears of death. After about a minute or two a nurse finally came, and she told us to follow. As we passed through several doorways, I had the distinct feeling that my life was about to change. As we walked through the last set of doorways, I saw my brother Mike. Even though I had no idea what was going on, I was sick. Mike had gauze covering his whole head; blood was coming from his head and his ears. Tubes and wires were coming from machines and leading to his chest area. His body was limp at times and convulsing at others. There was a tube coming from his throat and it was obvious that he was on a ventilator. I still had no idea what was going on. Finally after about a minute, I lost it. “What the fuck happened to my brother”. Death
“You could have died if we didn’t find this soon enough.” Swallowing hard, knowing a few weeks later I could have been gone. “You have a diaphragmatic hernia.” While the doctor was explaining to me what happened to my stomach, they were already getting a room set up for me. “You need to have surgery tonight.” Walking into that hospital that morning hoping they would find what was going on, I never thought I would have been having surgery that night. It felt like everything was going so fast. One minute I walked in and the next I was laying in a hospital bed with medicine going into my body, knowing I wouldn’t leave that hospital for at least another week.
It was about 1:30am and the only people in the Emergency Waiting Room were my mother and I and a couple that looked like they had been there for a while. I sat there staring at the walls that resembled a jail cell for what felt like hours. And that was the particular moment that I realized the channel had been switched forever. I had gone from a girl who had never lost a loved one to a girl who had almost lost her only sister. All I could think of was all of the “what ifs?” What if I had already gone to bed and no one in my family woke up to the answering machine? What if that man didn’t work a late night and someone else with bad intentions got to her first? What if she had been driving a little faster and got knocked unconscious when that deer jumped in front of her car? What if she never woke
After the nurse drew my blood, she brought in a syringe filled with a clear substance, and she handed my mother and I the tube so we could read the tiny lettering printed on the side. Morphine. I had heard of the potent drug before, and it was hard to believe that it would soon be running through my veins. I instantly relaxed once the strong medicine was pushed into me, finally feeling a sense of comfort I had been deprived of for the last hour. My mother and I were left alone, and I could sense concern on her face. She soon called my Dad who sat at home with my two younger sisters, eagerly waiting to hear about the details of my emergency visit so far.
Everything went black. I felt a warm stream of blood trickle past my lip. I lifted my hands to my head and hair scrunched between my fingers, full of dried blood. Time stood still it seemed. I pulled myself to my feet and all I could see was my friend sobbing.
It was a wine red roller coaster ride built in a terrific way that it was massive and breathtaking. We were standing in the long line and at last the attendant asked me to sit in the seating section of the coaster and I sat next to my sister. I was asked to put on my yellow seat belt and hold on to the black bar in my lap. A mixture of excitement and fear filled inside my mind. I was slowly taken up to 90-degree angle, suddenly all my happy and thrilling sensations to try all the rides was conquered by the nerve-racking emotion that impaled in my mind as I screamed at the top of my lungs when we were falling straight down from 90-degree angle. I took caught on the bar tightly, but still the feeling that I’m going to fall down was intense. My scream became the loudest uproar that caused my sister feel insecure about me and she was trying to pacify me down, but I couldn’t resist myself from the absolute threatening feeling. After the ride was done, we were asked to get up from the seat and my knees were frail but I managed to stand up and walk out and there was my sister running towards me and asked if I was alright. I still had a dizzy feeling, but I was alive. After the ride, I felt an intense adrenaline rush flow through my
I was scared and crying as my parents took me to the hospital, it hurt. I felt angry, scared, confused, dizzy, and all over betrayed. We got to the hospital and there was a strong
Later that night, my mom journeyed home with my brother who was in high school while I stayed. I became intrigued by the IV’s draped down his veiny wrists, tubes coming out of his abdomen, and this dark red bloody draining balloon dangling off the side of his white bed. Never seeing half of the medical equipment or knowing what was happening, I questioned
Our stomachs sounded like thunder trying to escape us, though neither of us were hungry. A long hour after we got off the phone with my dad 's co-worker, my mom finally called. We were waiting by the phone as if we were getting ready to dial in for a contest on the radio. I do not think that the phone rang more than once before I picked it up. My mom explained to me that my dad was in the hospital but was going to be ok. At that moment I felt like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders, yet I still was uneasy not knowing what was exactly wrong. Later that night, my step mom told me she was going to pick us up to go visit him in the
I believe everything happens for a reason and people have to find the good in the bad. When my great-grandmother died it was really hard on my family. She was a very important woman to us all. She was very kind and sweet and would help whoever she could. When she died it traumatized my family a bit. She was very special to us, but we pulled through it, and we knew she wouldn’t be suffering anymore.
“No don’t go to the Mercy Hospital it’s unsafe, ” said my uncle Robert, but Armando, Diego, and I still decided to go. We had heard many stories about the hospital that it was haunted and that sometimes you could hear noises like chains moving around.
Two years and four months ago I died. A terrible condition struck me, and I was unable to do anything about it. In a matter of less than a year, it crushed down all of my hopes and dreams. This condition was the death of my mother. Even today, when I talk about it, I burst into tears because I feel as though it was yesterday. I desperately tried to forget, and that meant living in denial about what had happened. I never wanted to speak about it whenever anyone would ask me how I felt. To lose my Mom meant losing my life. I felt I died with her. Many times I wished I had given up, but I knew it would break the promise we made years before she passed away. Therefore, I came back from the dead determined and more spirited than before.
“What’s happening to me?” I screamed and tried to move my body but I was stuck. My breathing got faster and faster as all my worst interpretations of what was
It’s three o’clock on a brisk fall afternoon on November 3, 2010. I walk into my kitchen and see my mom on the phone. Her face is pale with terror, as if she had seen a ghost. She drops the phone on the tile floor and says with a panicked face, “Get your sister and go to the car”. I follow her as she grabs a sweater and car keys, frantically asking her what is going on. As we are on the highway, I look to my left, seeing tears streaming down her face as her fragile, shaking hands hold a rosary. She keeps muttering “Please don’t let me lose my father today”.
In my life time, I have experienced many deaths. I have never had anyone that was very close to me die, but I have shed tears over many deaths that I knew traumatically impacted the people that I love. The first death that influenced me was the death of my grandfather. My grandfather passed away when I was very young, so I never really got the chance to know him. My papaw Tom was my mothers dad, and she was very upset after his passing. Seeing my mom get upset caused me to be sad. The second death that influenced my life was the death of my great grandmother. My great grandmother was a very healthy women her whole life. When she was ninety three she had
I was only fifteen being a newly found teenager like every girl was at that age; I have finally dealt with the fact that my mother passed away, all with help from my father of course. It was a normal night with my saying Goodnight to daddy, and my sister out like usual. However, this Goodnight wasn’t the same no movement nor no response in return. I grabbed the phone and called 911 and finally the ambulance arrived, just in time I thought feeling relieved. I had already called my sister she finally arrived crying to the EMT “Take him to Cooper Hospital.” She packed me into the...