When they do develop a disease, or become obese they wish they would’ve done something about it. This also brings up the issue of many generations acting and thinking this way due to their parents’ lack of knowledge and understanding. This causes their children to grow up thinking and acting the same way towards food and potentially walking the same path as their parents did with food. Obesity has become a growing infection plaguing the world and its children. A simple forty-five-minute exercise everyday can reduce the risk of heart disease, a disease in which I struggle with daily and has become a never ending battle.
Nervously the nurses inquired of me when did I notice that my water was broke; I told them at 3:30 a.m., but I was sent back home. During labor, my husband tried to instruct me on how to breathe correctly, and I told him to get out my face because I know how to breathe. At 8:27 p.m. on Wednesday, April 27, 2005, I delivered a healthy 7lbs 10oz baby boy. In conclusion, giving birth to a child is truly the closest a woman will get to death without dying. Although I started having contractions without my husband, my recurrent nightmare about going in labor alone did not become a reality.
She called early that morning to say that she was heading to Hartford with a co-worker in order to attend a Social Worker's Conference. I rose, relieved that God had forgiven me of my righteous indignation and wondered why He led me into a prayer for my daughter instead. That question was answered as I ascended the four-step stairway to the landing where I dropped my briefcase. The telephone rang! I grabbed it!
They started me on an I.V. and hooked me up to a machine that would monitor my daughter 's heartbeat and my contractions. I was in labor and making phone calls to cancel my baby shower, that was planned for later that day. My mother-in-law was on her phone trying to get ahold of my husbands grandpa. He was away camping with some family members but he really wanted to be here for the birth of his first great-granddaughter.
It is an experience that has shaped my life through body, mind, and spiritual matter. First of all, when I was a baby, my Mom noticed that I was not responding when she called my name. Each time Mom took me to the doctor, the doctor said everything was fine. One time the doctor clapped behind my head to test my hearing. I turned to the doctor and the doctor told Mom, “See, he can hear.” When I was 18 months old, Mom asked the doctor, “shouldn’t he be talking by now?” The doctor said,” Boys are slow.
An appointment was made with the specialists and after testing, the diagnosis was confirmed as Hodgkins Lymphoma. The family continued to pray for strength and healing as well as for knowledge and guidance for the physicians. The treatment plan this time was for dad to receive six months of oral and intravenous chemotherapy. Even though dad did not have a port he never complained about the nurses having any difficulty finding a vein to administer the chemo. Even now dad was a sturdy fellow and his body still had reserve capacity so he was able to handle those six months of treatment without too many complications.
All that we could do was make her as comfortable as possible as she went through this. Hoping and praying that a miracle wa... ... middle of paper ... ... see how great my family is as a result of all that they had done for her. I am no longer angry, I know that she would be very grateful to my family for all they did to help. Even though it consumed all of our lives for a long period of time, I would do it again for her in a heartbeat. I am ashamed that I felt at all jealous because my mom needed to be with her my grandma and I should have understood that.
They seemed to care so much for each one of their patients and strived to provide the best care possible. The different machines and technological advances I witnessed were some of the most interesting things I have seen to date since I have been in school. I do not know if I could personally do what they do because I had a very difficult time not thinking and worrying about the tiny patients I observed throughout the day once I left the hospital. I left the NICU that day feeling extremely grateful for the health that God has bestowed upon my son and family.
The phrase, “treat others as you would want to be treated” has maintained a constant presence throughout my life. This is my mother’s golden rule and, in my opinion, no other sentence is more vital to social interactions. Likewise, I cannot think of a better reason to pursue medicine than caring for others with the same passion one cares for themselves, or their family. In fact, motivation for attending medical school originally resulted from my family and an early appreciation of preventative medicine. My parents always emphasized the importance of family and the untimely deaths of my grandparents certainly added to their vigilance.
So my answer now would be no because I know what all she went through when she was alive, she is truly resting. Like 2 Corinthian 5:8 “We are confident I say, and willing rather to be absent from the body, and to be present with the lord”.me and I was sitting there just crying. So after they did the procedure, I felt I was tortured. On the same day my father had an appointment as well suddenly, I left the clinic, but I wasn’t feeling well at all. So, I decided to stay in the car while mom and dad attended the appointment, which was my father’s appointment.