I was back home after a long and exhausting week. The one person who could make my life better was gone, and it was in the deepest chambers of my mind that I was keeping the moment in which it happened. The first night in the hospital was the worst. It was hard to get accustomed to sleeping in a chair with hard, wooden arms, all the while listening to the constant beeping of the machine hooked up to Mamie. Nevertheless, after much tossing, turning, worrying, and sobbing my heart out, I was able to finally get some rest. I didn't want to remember past that. It hurt too much. The first night, while it may have been the hardest to get used to, was probably the time at which Mamie could have gotten better. The what-ifs and the could-ifs were …show more content…
I didn't remember anything from the night before, but I assumed that I must have been put into the chair by someone. Somehow. I was exhausted and I struggled to move, but I had to check on Mamie. I got up, noticing that the beeping from the machines had become slower and slower. "Mamie?" I hoped for any positive sign. Maybe she would wake up. But the beeping that had once been incessantly coming from the machine was getting softer and softer. I knew that was a bad sign. As calmly as I could, I opened the door and went to the front desk. "I'd like to have Dr. Van Rosen come to our room, please," I asked the nurse sitting at the front desk. "Sure thing," he replied. And that is all I remember. Because when I went back in the room, the machines were completely quiet, and Dr. Van Rosen and the medical team were desperately trying to save Mamie. "She's dead, honey," was all I heard before I hit the ground running. I ran and ran and ran, away from that scene. Next thing I knew; it was time for the funeral. No, I was not prepared, but I knew it was coming for quite a while now. Three days now. How it felt as if it was so long ago that I had taken Mamie's crepes to Petra while she sat and read my music! Mamie was alive and well just three days
Daisy’s face was filled with fear as she slowly stood up and walked around the room. “She was…she was killed?” Daisy questioned in a trembling voice.
It was at 2:34 in the morning when Josh was awakened by a long, consistent, high pitched beep. He woke up groggily trying to think of where he had heard that sound before. It was when he looked at his sister's heart monitor that he remembered. Someone’s heart had stopped and he saw that it wasn’t his sister’s heart that had flatlined but his mother’s. He instantly went into panic mode. Josh ran out of the room looking for someone to help.
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.
He finally acknowledged the fact that Mia has nothing left, when everyone else was too scared to. The social worker told Gran and Gramps to not upset Mia, but his recognition of her choice empowered her. Even though Gramps wants nothing more than to speak to his granddaughter again, he still gives her permission to choose. The room goes silent after Gramps eventually falls asleep. So quiet that
He whispered to me “You’ll be okay, don’t worry about it.” The doctors finally injected the needle in my spine and there it was the pain that was a hundred times worse than getting a regular flu shot. In my head, I was thinking that I hope that i can survive tonight because no matter how terrible the pain is, I’ll make it through this. Well, that midnight I finally got out of the hospital and they told me I had a seizure because of my fever and went home with a juice box and home to go sleep once more and enjoy the rest of my life with my friends and family. The moral of all of this to me was live life to the fullest because you may never know that one day your loved one or yourself can be in a near death experience, so do anything you can to make a
Everything is perfectly fine, everything is great, then one day it all comes crashing down and shattered pieces are left. My life would never be the same but I guess change is for the best and it forced me to become the person I am today. It’s rough to be the oldest child, especially when your mom is diagnosed with stage 4 cancer and you have 3 younger sisters that look to you for comfort when their mom can’t be there. When the cancer is spread throughout your moms body doctors can’t just get rid of it no matter how badly you wish they could. Rounds of chemotherapy only slow it down, yet it’s still there a lurking monster waiting to reappear at any given moment. Nothing can even begin to describe the fear I felt, and still have to deal with today, but something happened where I could be there for others. What would Sheridan think, or what would 8 year old Lane think if they saw me cry? I had to be Strong not only for me, but for my other family members.
He entered in silently. It was not difficult to avoid waking anyone, it was 2:30 AM and that usually meant that everyone in the house was asleep. He tried to balance his weight on the carpet floor. Damn. It creaked.
The man had disappeared again, I was feeling weak and tired at this point. Why was this all happening to me? So now I was at a loss, what am I going to do about the funeral? It was stressing me out a little, because I didn’t want to disrespect the family, but that was the girl that I loved who was now dead.
Allison noticed that she sounded like Mr. Linden after he struggles to walk up a flight of stairs. As Allison takes her last breath, she coughs out her remaining words. “ I love you Mr. Linden,” Allison whispered. Her last thoughts were what Mr. Linden’s life would be like without her.
I could hear the beeping of my heart monitor getting faster, embarrassing as I didn't mean to get excited. “Hold on, you aren't going home,” My heart sunk, deep down I knew that wouldn't be the case. I was still sick. “But you don't have to stay in this room anymore. You get to leave.”
I said, "goodbye" to the nurse and left that awful place. Outside, I took a deep breath of cool fresh air. I practically ran to get inside my safe car. When back inside i cried in excruciating pain, I couldn't even feel my face. I sat there for a while thinking of those three terrifying words, Dr. Rust's office. I inserted the key into my ignition, turned it and drove away. When I knew I was home safe, I looked into my rear-view mirror. When I saw that old rickety building filled with bad experiences, I realized that that had been the most uncomfortable place I had ever visited, and I surely wasn't going to return.
I look around and I could not see my dad anywhere. My mind was going in circles as my family and I arrived in a two - bedroom apartment where my Aunt Jill lived. She greeted us with a smile saying, “Oh my favorite niece and nephew, I am so excited to see you!”. She hugged all of us tight because in my family we are huggers.
I showed up at the hospital about thirty minutes later. I was so scared and did not know what to expect. I did not know if my father was dead, ...
"Uh I'm pretty sure she was seen at the theater sir. She was uh on her way to work." I couldn't concentrate on my words. My mind was in so many other places. I felt like a mother whose baby just died. His daughter was my best friend for life. I hadn't fully come to terms with the fact that she may be dead. I won't believe it until I see her corpse.
My most memorable trip was the day I went to the Children 's Memorial Hospital to meet my baby brother. Meeting my brother was an indelible moment because I had never felt such happiness and love for someone. On our way there, I also got to create a bond with both my parents and learn how to be a better happier person. At the time I was sixteen years old and was going through a stage where I felt depressed and that’s why the day I arrived at the hospital to meet my brother I felt this warmth in my heart that made me feel happy again.