mber the day that I called home from a payphone. I had moved to Virginia from West Virginia at the end of October after living with and taking care of my mom who had terminal lung cancer. I had not heard from my mom in a few days because our roommate had disconnected the phone without notice since he had moved out. My now husband, Brandon, was on a detachment to Key West, Flordia and my only companion was my puppy Romeo. It was dusk when I finally called family and my Aunt Sally picked up. She gave me the most heart shattering news; it was time. I had to come home as soon as possible, my mom had maybe days left to live. I was shocked, terrified, saddened, and devastated. Driving was not an option, my car was the least reliable vehicle out …show more content…
She could barely hold her head up and her eyes were so swollen she could not open them. They told her I was there and she held out her hands and lifted her head and I could see a sliver of her eyes looking at me. She wanted pictures with everyone with my instant camera so I started snapping away. As the day progressed she became less and less lucid and slept a lot. When she was awake she began to beg us to let her die, let her go and be in peace. My sister and I both had medical power of attorney and any decisions made about my mom medically had to be done by one of us. My sister, who was five years older, would disappear each time the doctor came in because she just could not face him and what he was going to tell …show more content…
The doctor came and gave us our options; we could let her die a slow and more painful death or give her something through her iv that would begin to shut down her body for her. Alone, staring at the floor, listening closely, I had to decide how my mom would die; either on her own or with some help. I thought about the last few hours with her and how much she just wanted us to let her go and wanted the pain to end. I looked at the doctor and told him that we should give her the medicine, that it was just time. He told us what to expect and how the rest of the night would go, and then left us. Not everyone agreed with me. My sister was mad but also would not help with the decision, my grandmother was also angry and in denial that my mom was at the end; but I did what was best for her and what I thought she
In October of 2001, a friend's sister started getting very sick. She had stomach spasms and she was having a hard time getting around. Walking was a major chore. 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. She also wanted a last hoorah, so she planned a trip to FL (basically in a wheelchair) for March 22nd. On March 19th her brother called to ask how her most recent tests went, and she said they didn't find anything on the test, but they
Writing, is one of the most fearful and over thought piece of work. I personally, grew up struggling in writing and I had to find out how to write a “perfect” essay as I was looking forward to pursing a higher education. Throughout middle school and high school, I developed learning habits that made me write the way I write. Now writing for me is not as easy as some people think but at the same time it is not as hard as some people think if that makes sense.
I woke up, my eyes squinting, barley able to make out the nurses surrounding my bed as they are pushing the bed down a hallway. “Dakota wake up, It is time to wake up Dakota” I could hear one of them say. I passed out again. The next day I woke up with a tube in my chest right above my heart, blood and medication was being administered. The IV was out of my arm (At that time there was no doubt in my mind that I was going to die). My grandmother was next to me again in the same chair which she sat every night and day. I could hear her praying. She stopped, looked at me and told me everything will be fine and she was confident about it. She sat up in the chair reached out for the phone and called my mother. “Stacy, Dakota is awake, you need to come here to see your son” My grandmother looked at me with sad, tired eyes “Dakota will you be okay with your mom today while I go home, Take a shower and try to get a good night’s sleep?” “Yeah grandma, I will be okay with mom” I
In late October I attended a football game with my family. We were all having fun but something felt off. My mom told us that it was time to go and I could tell she was fighting back tears. That night she told us that our dad was moving out. It felt unreal because of how great everything had been going.
I know she heard us but she never opened her eyes again until that last moment, she opened her eyes one last night and my grandma told my great grandma “it’s okay mama go ahead daddy’s waiting for you I love you” that was when she took her last breath. It was July 29th around 3am when my dad came in my room and told me “Haley I’m going to the hospital grandma is gone.” At first I just said okay I was in a dead sleep so I didn’t comprehend it in that exact moment. A few minutes later I got out of bed I heard my brother pull in the drive way he left work early to come home and he and I sat and looked though pictures together shedding tears and laughing and asking each other if we remembered this. We all went up my great grandma’s house where all the family gathered about an hour and a half later. Even then I was fine it wasn’t until my grandma walked in the door which is my great grandmas daughter as soon as she did she just sat in my great grandmas’ chair and stated sobbing and that’s when it hit me that she was really gone this wasn’t just some dream it was real. I could taste salt from my tears running down my face into my mouth. After that it was all a complete
The ringing was blaring in my ear as I woke up to answer the phone. My mom woke up and took the phone from my small hands just to hear those gruesome words, “ she’s gone” She broke down immediately. Obviously, I cried when I heard the news. We were told why she died.
The day that my mom told me my grandfather might have cancer, was very surprising to me. I had never at any point considered anything bad happening to my family not to mention him. He was my best friend from the day I was born. He generally appeared to be so healthy and upbeat. When she let me know he was going to get tested at the hospital it frightened me even more knowing that there was a possibility of never seeing him again..
Day 36, Mother tried to stop me from eating again, but this time my dad and I had her tricked. As soon as mom went to sleep, dad came down and brought me three pieces of bread. As I eat the bread, I felt successful knowing that I beat mother, knowing that I have won one of the little games she liked to play. I’m sitting in the basement wondering what will happen if mother finds out what dad did and especially what will happen to me. Day 36, 5:30pm, I am woken by a loud bang and I hear dad and mother yelling, “WHY WOULD YOU GIVE THAT THING FOOD!” I hear my mom yell from the bedroom. She called me a thing not her son but a thing that word shot me in the chest hard. I AM NO LONGER HER SON! I try to go to sleep but I feel the shaking of the stairs
When the end of my 5th grade year had hit; A land mark of the most traumatizing event of my life was about to take place. My mom had left my father and took us along with her. Over the summer and a few addit...
I remember this specific morning as if it happened yesterday. I woke up from the sound of my mother walking through the front door. It was eight o’clock in the morning and she was just getting home from her twelve hour night shift at the hospital. When I woke up it was rather hard for me to breathe or to even close my mouth. I immediately got up to go see my mother and I will never forget the look on her face when she saw me.
That was one of the worst rides of my life. Rachel and her mother told me my grandma had passed out at church. Rachel had tried to run and catch me before I left, but it was too late, I was already gone. A million thoughts raced through my mind such as was she hurt or would she have to stay in the hospital a while, but death never crossed my mind.
Waking up to a new day. As I rise from my bed I look off into the distance of my bedroom. The bedroom of my house, my very own property. I sit up from my bed, and start contemplating whether or not this is all a dream. But no, this is reality. My reality. I thank you lord for another day it is still very surreal where I am in my life now. 30 years old, living in a 3 story house with two beautiful girls, twins as a matter of fact. A gorgeous view of the world around us, looking out the windows of this gigantic house you can see nothing but beauty. Life at its finest and purity. I always keep a bible and a cross by my bedside and never forget where I came from. The real me, is me. That will never change. Nor will it ever impact me as a father to my beloved children.
The light from the sun reflects off the pure white wall, illuminating the room. The dust floats, undisturbed by the empty house. This is what I see as I launch myself out the door, into the hot summer air, into the sounds of playing children.
Years ago I had the most terrifying, shocking day of my life. I had between seven or eight years when this happened. The day before the accident, all my family was at my grandfather’s house. We all were eating the food my mother and my aunts brought, telling jokes at the dinner table. Meanwhile, I was playing with my cousins in the backyard. Everyone was enjoying the family meeting. As the time passed by and everyone was about to go home, my mother suggested the idea that we all should go at my grandparent’s ranch next day, since everyone was in town we all could have the chance to go. Everyone liked the idea. It was the perfect time to go because it was a weekend. As they all agreed to go, they begun to decide who bring what to the gathering. Who would have thought that thanks to that suggestion, I would lead me to the hospital the day of the reunion.
A typical Sunday morning at my house is a little less sleep and a lot more work. It 's early when my eyes open. The first thing she tells me is, “Mija, I want you to go to the kitchen as soon as you get your clothes on.” Not even a “Good Morning.” The market’s over at the Redlands and there 's a lot of traffic at that time. It usually takes me a bit to get up. There 's a whole routine to it; she 'd yell at me so I 'm up, make me take a shower, and have me go feed and take out the dogs. I don 't even know why we have five, our house barely fits two. Nonetheless, I love them all.