Grandmother Surviving a Stroke This essay is about my grandmother surviving a stroke and it also includes me, big brother, mother, grandmother. My brother and I were at our grandmother’s house when this happen and I was sleep, it was on January 14, 2005 around 6:00 pm. We really thought we were going to lose our grandmother that day. Me and my big brother was over our grandmother’s house, then I was sleep and my brother was watching T.V. while he saw our grandmother fall and have a stroke. When my brother saw our grandmother fall He woke me up. Then, I started crying because I was only 6 years old I didn’t know what to do. My brother called the ambulance and he told me to let him know when they arrived. Our grandmother …show more content…
Then, a couple hours later they said she will live and me and my brother was because we really love her so much. Finally, my momma took my brother and I to go visit her, and the doctors her some medicine and lots of help so she won’t a stroke. The doctor told my grandmother she had to eat more healthier like She had to eat salads, fruits, and she lots of water,etc. My grandmother started eating more healthier and she got better, also me and my big brother was on Kmbc News. The reason we was on there Is for saving our grandmother then we got awards, Kmbc News interviewed us and our grandmother and she also said “ I’m glad my grandchildren was there for me, and I love them so much. After all the Interviewing i saw the news about us in the newspaper and my momma cut it out the newspaper and put It in a frame. One day, my brother and I went to school and all the people that we knew at school saw
During my ninth grade year, my grandma was set to have her meningioma brain tumor removed on February 2nd, 2015. She was, of course, nervous about the surgery. Someone was going to literally cut open her head and essentially suck out the tumor. It was a normal school day for me. I woke up, got ready for school, and almost rushed out of the house, but she stopped me to say goodbye while making a seemingly innocent joke about not returning the same after her surgery. At the time I was ignorant of the possibilities and hit by a truck when I was pulled out of school early. There were complications and she had a minor stroke. I was petrified by the idea of losing her, the woman that I looked up to, and who practically raised me but the outcome was
Finding out about my grandmothers death was the saddest moment in my life . I didn't understand . I didn't expect it to happen , not to me . I wondered why god had taken an important person away from my life , ad for that i felt confused and miserable . I cried for hours that day . Nothing could have brought me joy that day but the presence of my grandmother , but she was gone and i found it hard to overcome the situation.
That night when we were all eating a big fish fry from all of the fish we caught, there was an eerie silence. Everyone wondering and hoping that this woman would be alright. Then my Aunt Tina pulls up the KWQC TV6 facebook page to see if they had anything on the accident. It seems a bit nuts that we would be on facebook while we were supposed to be camping, but we were all wanting to know if she was ok. The page said that she received major injuries, but they were not life threatening.
It was July 22nd when I got the phone call that my great grandma was in the hospital. It was so shocking to me I didn’t even know what to think I had just been up there to see her two days ago prior to then. My dad had called me and told me in a calm but of course I know my dad to well to know that he was calm but actually pretty scared and frantic. I was at work and a perk to my job is that I work at a family owned business that is actually close to my family.
In life there are many people whom you encounter as well as interact with on a daily basis some may be for a day and others for you will know for a lifetime. one person that I know have had an impact on my life, and made me the person I am to day is my grandmother, Doris Watson. She is 70 years old and she stays in Westwego, LA. Whenever I am in her presence she puts a smile on my face. There is this old saying that I once heard as a child that says you know you truly love someone when they bring you a piece of your soul you never knew was missing.
I cried in my room for hours wishing my dad would not go, a whole month without him seemed like the end of the world. I would have no one to play hockey with, no one to tuck me in at night and no one to eat donuts with every Friday. My dad tried to console me but I was too angry to listen to him, I suddenly hated my grandpa for causing my dad to leave me alone. At the airport my dad gave me a long hug and told me to be brave since I was now “the man of the house,” (even though I am a girl), I had to take care of my mom. Promptly this made me suck in my tears and stop acting like a “loser.” It was hard repressing my feelings, seeing my dad leave made my eyes tear severely but I held them back, the man of the house does not cry. Time went by faster when I was at school, I had less time to miss my dad. About two weeks later, my mom got a call from India, my grandpa had died. My mom broke down crying, she slammed the phone across the room into the wall. I felt scared to appr...
It was a Monday night; I remember it like it was yesterday. I had just completed my review of Office Administration in preparation for my final exams. As part of my leisure time, I decided to watch my favorite reality television show, “I love New York,” when the telephone rang. I immediately felt my stomach dropped. The feeling was similar to watching a horror movie reaching its climax. The intensity was swirling in my stomach as if it were the home for the butterflies. My hands began to sweat and I got very nervous. I could not figure out for the life of me why these feelings came around. I lay there on the couch, confused and still, while the rings continued. My dearest mother decided to answer this eerie phone call. As she picked up, I sat straight up. I muted the television in hopes of hearing what the conversation. At approximately three minutes later, the telephone fell from my mother’s hands with her faced drowned in the waves of water coming from her eyes. She cried “Why?” My Grandmother had just died.
BEEP BEEP BEEEEEP! And then nothing. The monitor projects the sounds of a heart rate going flat. Funny how that is a symbol of our first encounter with the death of a loved one, completely blank with no emotion. People hate change, but when life hits you with the sudden death of a loved one, change is inevitable.
"Are we going to go up and see him?" I asked. She replied, "Yes, mom is on her way to pick us up and go there." When we got up to the hospital, all my aunts, uncles, and cousins were there.
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.
My father's eyes opened, and he called out for my sister Kelly and I to come to him. In a very serious and sad voice, he told us that he was very sick, and he was going to the Fort Wayne hospital. My mother told Kelly and I to help her pack some things for him, because he was going to be leaving soon. We helped her pack, keeping quiet because we did not want to interrupt the silence that had taken over the room.
My mom was in serious conditions so the ambulance workers took us into the ambulance and we went to the nearest hospital. My grandma and grandpa were in the room with me watching my mom. She was laying on the bed and the doctors were monitoring her they noticed that she was in a coma. My grandma announced “you are going to come live with us” “Why” I
She told me that mom needed to tell me something. She proceeded to tell me that my father had had a heart attack and that I had a choice to come down to the hospital or not to come. She told me it was a scary sight, and if I didn?t think I could handle it that I should stay home. I was overwhelmed with fear and grief at that moment that my mind just stopped working. I remember thinking all I wanted was to be with my mom and my dad.
Something that I really struggled with was the passing of my Grandmother. She was a strong woman and an inspiration to everybody in my family. I think that I struggled with it because she was a great human being, I kind of looked up to her a bit, and of course she was part of my family. I think that along with her passing, I struggled with the fact that she died when I thought that she did nothing wrong in her entire life and did not deserve to die. Mainly the fact that she was a really good person and she just died like that.
It was Friday morning and I was in the 5th grade at the time. My father decided to pull both me and my brother out of school. My mother wasn’t home. She had already gone up to the hospital with my grandmother.