I hated that I had to go to school while my dad was in the hospital. After a couple of days, we learned that Dad had a stroke, several actual. The doctors said he wasn’t feeling anything on the right side of his body. Robin called the hospital several times a day, morning, noon, and night. After about month Dad could move aging.
My mother went to look after my grandmother at the hospital. Although my father tried hard to fill my mother's place, he had to concentrate on his business also. We were waiting for a promising word from the doctors, but we received no positive feedback. They said that they would try chemotherapy but that they couldn't promise success. The cancer might destroy her.
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.
I didn 't want an epidural but I did get some pain medicines in my I.V. that helped ease the pain from the contractions. The nurses were waiting for my water to break, but it never did naturally, so the doctor had to break it herself. I was in active labor for about eleven hours by the time I got to hold my beautiful daughter. In the room with me was my mother-in-law, my husband and my husbands grandma.
The doctor had left already and all it was left was two nurses, and couldn’t even take my dad’s pain away. They just told us to go home that the pain was normal. Which it wasn’t normal because my dad couldn’t handle it. We had to give him medication for him to go to sleep. The next day in the morning the pain was gone.
He had a tumor on his spine and it was cancerous, that was what was causing ... ... middle of paper ... ... It took me a while to go outside or anywhere with anyone since they wanted me to have fun, but in my eyes I felt like I was betraying my father by having a good time instead of being sad. Me and my dad’s birthdays are both in June his is seven days before mine, and This May 29, 2014 will count 8 months without him. Even today I don’t like to hear anyone speak of my dad, the memory still makes me cry as if it happened yesterday. When I hear other people being rude to their dad or saying a rude comment it makes me just want to tell the person that I would do anything to have one more day with my dad.
She had to go into the hospital for surgery one day. My dad told me that they were giving her a mastectomy. She was never going to feel adequate ever again. Only one breast will make any woman feel inadequate. I was scared and still did not fully understand what was going on.
I agreed to work extra hours at the hospital because the night shift secretary was unable to come into work. Although I had worked a 12 hour shift, I still had enough energy to work at less five more hours that I had agreed too. At the end of my shift I was ready for a hot shower and my warm bed to rest. My daughter came down with a fever that night. She was vomiting, and could not keep any fluids down.
He improved steadily over the next few days, and we were expecting to have him home soon. Unfortunately, he was left unrestrained one evening and was able to remove his IV, catheter, and then climb out of bed. The nurses found him on the floor of his bathroom. How long he was there, we’ll never know, because the time the nurses told us he was found, we know is not correct. He was given another dose of a sedative which caused him to be extremely disoriented the following morning, yet his old self was still shining through.
She never got used to the taste. Leslie (Shiloh's mother) questions the decision of giving birth to Shiloh; she knew that even if Shiloh lived for long, she will suffer each and every day. "It's too hard for her, and I was selfish" Leslie says. At the time she was 8 years old, Shiloh had over 150 medical procedures. "All this time I've been sick, I just can't take it anymore" she says.