No one wanted to face the fact the she had to go through this. As my sister and I told my grandma, “good luck” and reassured her everything would be okay, we all new how dangerous this surgery was. My grandmother was operated on in Roswell Park Cancer Institute, the doctor said she would be fine, but as time went on we found out that she wasn’t going to be fine. The day of the surgery, I came home from school to hear that something had happened during surgery. The doctor told my family that my grandmother had become septic which forced a second surgery and a move to the intensive care unit (ICU) for three weeks, where she had to be put on life support.
My mother began to panic unaware of his condition and began searching his symptoms online, and just decided to take him to the ER out of panic. After I was told that my dad had gotten a stroke, I barely got to see him. I went from getting picked up by him everyday from school, shopping for groceries with him, and my most favorite thing watching scary movies with him, to watching him die slowly in the hospital. My perception in life was not all there, I was only eight years old I feel as if that particular year was a blur, I didn’t want to remember anything I saw. I didn’t want to remember my mom throwing up many times, I didn’t want to remember my mom receiving a call that my dad was bleeding to death because he took a pain killer unaware that he was taking a blood
After a week, she felt something was wrong with her body and she turned up pregnant with her fifth child. Her cousins, Sadie and Margaret, told her that the pain probably had something to do with the baby. “However, Henrietta said that it was not, because the knot is there before the baby” (Skloot 36). After her son was born, Henrietta told her husband, David Lack, to bring her to the doctor because she was bleeding in her vagina when it was not her time. They went to a clinic at Johns Hopkins hospital.
I was in fifth grade then so they did not tell us everything but I knew what it was my little sister had cancer. My parents told me that she had a tumor in the back of her head the size of a golf ball. I was scared because a friend of mine from school told me that her grandma had just died form cancer so I thought my sister was going to die too I started to cry. My parents calmed me done and told me that Katie's cancer is not bad and the doctors are going to do everything they can. They need to remove the tumor from her brain because it is putting pressure spinal cored and on her brain and thats what is making her throw up.
After the operation the doctor said that they had gotten all of the cancer and that she would recover. After the hysterectomy, my aunt had to go through chemotherapy to make sure that the cancer did not grow back. She went to Staten Island University Hospital cancer unit to have the treatment. She went once a week for six hours. They gave her a chemical known as Taxol or taxane.
Aunt Robin saw that dad was paler than normal, like as what as this paper. She called the ambulance as fast as she could. They came and dad was reluctant to go but Robin convinces him to go and I went to Robin’s house. Then the very next day was school. I hated that I had to go to school while my dad was in the hospital.
It took everything she had just to get out of bed she was in so much pain. By March 2002, she had undergone several tissue and muscle biopsies and was on 24 various prescription medications. The doctors could not determine what was wrong with her. Because of her pain and sickness, she was sure she was dying. She put her house, bank accounts, life insurance, etc., in her oldest daughter's name, and made sure that her younger children were to be taken care of.
In second grade I had several health complications. For two weeks I had constant pain in my chest and couldn’t go to school. Even when it became unbearable, my mom refused to take me to the E.R. because she knew the medical bills would be outrageous. I had to pass out from the pain for my mom to finally take me to the hospital, where I was admitted into urgent care.
“I woke up from the nightmares with a cold fear,” she said. “I came to a point where I didn’t want to die, but just wanted to be dead.” Jan O’Daniell, 45, of Texas, hid in her church’s bathroom during mass after being diagnosed with cancer for the second time. “I didn’t want anyone to know how upset I was,” O’Daniell said. “I didn’t think I was allowed to be depressed.” Joy T.*, 28, of Illinois, dropped out of high school three years after completing cancer treatment. “I was so bitter and cynical,” Joy T. said.
I want to be apart of saving someone 's life just like my grandmothers nurse saved her life. When my grandmother had a stroke, she had to be in the hospital for like two weeks. Her blood pressure would be going up and down and her sugar levels would not want to stay stable either. The nurse she had her name was rachel, she had the biggest smiles I had ever seen. She loved my grandmother she would come and chat with us anytime she could.