That I needed to take my prenatal vitamins because I had missed the 1st 4 months of my pregnancy and that the baby needed the vitamins to be stronger. Few weeks later I went for another checkup and I had to be rushed to the hospital by ambulance. I was dilating and the baby was coming so I had to get an emergency surgery to insert a cyrcloge to prevent delivering early. The surgery was successful, for the rest of my pregnancy I was on bed rest and I couldn’t walk. I had to get home schooled until I delivered.
My Aunt Kathie was diagnosed with Ovarian Cancer in 1993. She was 47 years old. I remember going to the hospital and visiting her. I even remember buying a troll nurse doll. I wasn’t allowed to see her, but my mom brought me in her room anyway.
Thankfully I showed up before the surgeon left, because if I had been brought to the hospital later, I would 've had to wait till the next day for him to return. But that wasn’t the case. As soon as my mom filled out the billing paperwork, I was put to sleep and sent into surgery. I don’t exactly know how long I was out for, but by time I woke up it was already morning, and my knee was fixed. But I do recall that when I would wake up to re-position myself, there was a nurse who would check my vitals every so often.
The book starts out with a woman, Nancy Greenly, going to the Boston Memorial Hospital because she is having an extra heavy period. After being examined, she is going to have an operation in OR room 8. Something happens during the operation, and Nancy becomes brain dead. Susan Wheeler, a medical student, is waking up for her first day in the field after two years of studying to become a medical doctor. She is very attractive with blond hair.
it just start the year 2001 and Amber cancer was getting better! everyone thought she was survive this, but the day was January 2, and Amber got to come home because the doctors that she would be fine. Well Amber had a huge headache so her mom told her just to take a nap. After her nap her headache was really bad and she just started to scream her mom’s name. They took her the hospital and turns out her cancer came back and this time it was really bad.
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.
He was away camping with some family members but he really wanted to be here for the birth of his first great-granddaughter. I remember a few hours later that I knew for sure that I was in labor. I was starting to get contractions. The nurses made me walk around the hospital and even though all I wanted to do was lay in bed. I didn 't want an epidural but I did get some pain medicines in my I.V.
One morning four months after she was diagnosed we had to go to our local hospital in forest because she was vomiting blood. They were waiting to transfer her to Jackson because her oxygen levels were low. After her oxygen levels came up I decided to go home because I did not want to sit in Jackson all day and I had a date. I told her my goodbyes and told her I would see her later. After my boyfriend dropped me off at home my parents were frantic.
She and the doctors decided on a date to do the open surgery. The day of the surgery my brother and I had to be in school, we sat there for several hours hoping and praying that the doctors would find something and fix it. When school was over my step dad took us to the hospital to see our mother. The doctors came in shortly with the results from her surgery. It turns out my mother had scar tissue in her gastric region.
My wife pulled up to the hospital, I walked up to the nurses station and passed out. They immediately rolled me into the back and began tests, poking, pricking and administering medicines to keep me alive. It wasn’t until the next day they confirmed the worse diagnosis, a major heart attack. The doctor said he was amazed that I was still alive, technically, I should be dead. We discussed my option, surgery.