Personal Narrative-Assisted Suicide Case Study

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About two years ago, my mom was diagnosed with a benign tumor about the size of an orange right below the temporal lobe. On a December morning, I arrived at the Holy Cross Hospital parking lot with my dad, aunt, sister. It took around 15 minutes to find a parking space. As I approached the entrance I was marveled by the modern look of the hospital and how they had set up a manger with baby Jesus. The entrance area had a Christmas tree about five times my size and a display of important figures on the opposite side of the reception desk. We walked to the nearest elevator, went up to the third floor, and walked for a while to reach the surgery area. It had countless corridors that it felt like a labyrinth. We arrived at the area where my mom …show more content…

I felt alone even though my sister and aunt were there. My sister was about six and she didn’t actually know what was going on and my aunt always felt so distant that I didn’t feel comfortable talking to her much. Once my dad walked through the waiting room door, I breathed a sigh of relief as I was not alone anymore and had someone to open myself to. We waited for hours, checking every 15 minutes the status screen in the other waiting area and sitting back down disappointed that nothing had …show more content…

He told me that my mom had a tumor about the size of an orange right below the brain. I stood there shocked in disbelief and finally reached the realization that this surgery wasn’t as simple as I thought. I started to panic even more making my stomach churn and began to stare into space thinking of all the possible outcomes. As I sat there glaring at the window, I started to realize that I could in fact lose my mom today. I could visualize having to drop out of school to start working to support the household. My dad was a truck driver at the time and he would be gone for months at a time. Therefore, I would have had to care for my sister as a father figure – taking her to school, picking her up, feeding her, have the courage to punish her for unacceptable behavior and be there emotionally for her while probably being depressed myself. I was disappointed in how God would let this happen to us and to my mother. We have been Christians our whole life and had never lost fate. The only reason I was thankful for was for the tumor not being

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