My grandfather had not had a stroke, in fact he had a condition in which his liver was overloaded with toxins and was shutting down. It was a problem he’d been suffering from for quite some time; however, none of his doctors had diagnosed his symptoms correctly. The sedative they gave him upon arrival in the emergency room only worsened his condition. Upon waking up, he had to be restrained to prevent him from removing his IVs and attempting to get out of bed. He improved steadily over the next few days, and we were expecting to have him home soon.
It was May and we were taking William to Mom’s house for the summer. I didn’t want to go because someone had to look after Dad. A week or 2 passed and Dad went to work talking all confused saying it was snowing and he had ... ... middle of paper ... ...ans s the blood vessel that supplies the brain ruptures and bleeds. When we left the hospital I have to Amit that my eyes were wet and my soul was filled with melancholy. The doctor said if Dad has one more stroke, it will kill him, so death is winning and has played an evil game.
The doctors showed compassion, explained the disease and advised diet modification to prevent future episodes, but unfortunately, nothing could be done for his neurological symptoms. After a few months my nephew suffered another severe episode and did not endure. We had been close, his sweet and innocent smile was always waiting for me. His passing left a strong message for me, his “Dr. Uncle”, to become the best physician p... ... middle of paper ... ...urther strengthened my communication skills, clinical reasoning, integrative thinking, as well as my determination to not only pursue but to excel in residency and contribute to the system.
We didn’t want him to go, but it was better for him if he did. Amanda and I left to go to the school really quick to get my laptop, and as Mrs. Crocker and I were setting up my laptop, my mom calls me and she says,” I just wanted to let you know that Papa just died a few minutes ago at 5:27. I love you, I will see you when you get here bye.” I stood there with a sad and teary face. I shut down my laptop and Amanda and I left back to the hospital and cried. About four days later, all of us went to Lunns Funeral Home to watch a slide show over my Papa, and listen to Brother Andy talk about him.
Exactly one month later after the surgery, my Dad passed away from hemorrhaging. My dad was on a curative path there was no cancer in his body when he died. I believe that my Dad having cancer changed his life in more ways than one. My Dad gained his faith, something he had struggled with since he was younger. I believe everything happens for a reason, we do not always know these reasons but that is the whole point of life.
I got up and ran to my bathroom and locked the door, and didn’t leave the room until the next morning. I knew that my parents were going to separate in November of 2008. My mother couldn’t hold herself together after she heard the news. Both of my parents travelled a lot for their work, and throughout November of 2008, I noticed my parents were hardly ever at home at the same ti... ... middle of paper ... ...as going on around her. I get a text from my ex.
I remember it as it were yesterday, the morning of October 31 1986, I heard my dad’s voice early in the morning; “Mike, get up! Your grandpa died!” It was Friday morning and I was in the 5th grade at the time. My father decided to pull both me and my brother out of school. My mother wasn’t home. She had already gone up to the hospital with my grandmother.
(-simple sentence) So I prepared Abby’s food and some of my cheer seeped back as I danced around the kitchen. My dad trumped down the stairs about five minutes later with a thunderous, “Good morning, Leah Bug!” (-dialogue) I flashed a dazzling smile in response and continued my work. After I finished, I set the bowl next to a newly filled bowl of water and with one last look at my parents, hiked up the stairs to release the beast (-hyperbole). Abby always slept in my sister, Emily’s, bedroom and since she did not have food, water, or the bathroom all night, she was one happy camper when she was finally released in the morning. (-complex sentence) I cleared the top of the step and paused for a moment with my hand on the doorknob and a strong sense of foreboding.
The day that changed my life. It was 7am that morning I woke up and got my black dress on with white lace at the top. I waited for my dad and brother to get ready as I waited I sat and thought to myself “how am I going to get through this today?” I never did find an answer to that question and I probably never will. I walked into the funeral home that morning, and with my family we entered the room this was the very last time I will ever get to see my grandma. She laid there as I stood there looking at her, granddaughter to grandma.
It wasn’t until this year, when I planned on spending the entire summer as a counselor at a sleep away camp in Maine, that I found out exactly what I want to do. Early in the summer I had to return home for a funeral for two of my close friends that tragically died in a drunk driving accident. As I sat on my bed staring into my phone blinking rapidly hoping the terrible news would change. I could only think of talking to one person in my time of need and that was my dad. After talking he committed to driving ten hours up the coast to then turn around and drive me back to Maryland to attend the funeral with me.