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I met her in the autumn right after she had taken a terrible fall going to her mailbox and I was hired by her family as an in home aide. Her name was Jane* and she became a fast friend and provided me with never to be forgotten lessons that cant be taught within the walls of a school. Jane took the time to prove to me that I was worth loving and showed me unconditional love that at the time I couldn’t find. In the end all I have left are a few cherished memories, a pearl necklace, and some of the best lessons in life.
Jane was eighty years old when I met her and in what she called "the prime time." She had an old Cadillac that every Wednesday we would hop in and cruise out of town. Lucy would sit in the passenger side and talk to me about the most important things a woman needs to know always carry your lipstick with you, keep your pearls in your mattress, and never run out of love in your heart. She was under five feet tall and weighed less than a hundred pounds but she was my rock and in a short time I grew to love her and cherish every moment I was lucky enough to spend with her. Little did I know the impact she would have on my life and how a little bit of love from Jane prove to get me a long way in life.
When I met Jane I had been deemed infertile by seven different doctors. I had suffered what they called a severely traumatized uterus in which later developed into endometriosis and a prolapsed uterus. I never had a chance of being what everyone called normal. Where I come from that is what you do you get married and you have babies. If you don’t have a child you are deemed unfit and looked down upon. I remember one time a lady told me " Well you must have done something to make God mad for him to take away the o...
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...dn’t bear to see what she was slowly becoming I knew there would be a day when she wouldn’t remember my name but I hoped she would remember my face. It was then that I finally realized what Lucy had given me without me even knowing it. She had given me sobriety, she had given me love, she helped me come to terms with my faith, but most of all she helped me find me.
Lucy has since passed away a few years back she was diagnosed with the final stages of Alzheimer 's and stage four breast cancer. When I seen her face staring back at me from the obituaries I did the only thing that seemed right. I dropped to my knees and I thanked God for the Angel he sent me when I didn’t deserve her and I prayed for him to help her find Harry. I knew she was no longer in pain and that she finally had the ending to her perfect fairy tale love. She didn’t have to love me but she did.
At some point in a woman's life, she may think of the idea of having a child. Some young girls are taught at a young age that when she grows up, someday she can have a family of her own if she chooses. When I was a child, I remember my mother and other womanly influences telling me that when I'm older, I might have a family of my own; and in result of this, ever since I was little, I have planned out how many children I want to have, and my expectations of my family life. However, while many women see themselves having children someday, and understand the process of carrying a child, some women might be in the dark about the complications that can come along with pregnancy. Life can throw curve balls, and everything that may have been planned, and thought out clearly might not go as smoothly as expected. There are many complications that can occur from pregnancy for mom and baby. In fact, one of the most common complications to occur is Down syndrome. And while Down syndrome may be very common, many women are making the decision to abort their fetuses once they are aware of the disability.
In kilner’s case study “Having a baby the new-fashioned way”, present a story that can be relatable to a lot of families struggling to have a child. This is a dilemma that can be controversial and ethical in own sense. The couple that were discussed in the case study were Betty and Tom. Betty and Tom who are both in their early forties who have struggled to bear children. Dr. Ralph Linstra from Liberty University believes that “Fertility can be taken for granted”. Dr. Ralph talks about how many couples who are marriage may run into an issue of bearing a child and turn to “medical science” to fix the issue. He discusses that “God is author of life and he can open and close the womb”. That in it’s self presents how powerful God.
Lucy did not feel guilty or shameful at hospitals, it was expected that she gave little "but since then she spent fifteen years being treated for nothing other than looking different from everyone else. It was the pain from that, from feeling ugly, that she always viewed as the great tragedy in my life. The fact that she had cancer seemed minor in comparison” (Grealy 1). Regardless of how many times Lucy tries to ignore her reflection in the mirror, but she is constantly reminded by negative comments and looks from others. The hospital is a comfortable place where Lucy can openly walk around without the fear of rejection or judgment. It takes years for her to overcome the feeling of loneliness and isolation rooted from classmates, family, and society. Instead, she used it as a lesson to learn about herself, and believe in an unusual type on
The misfortunes Jane was given early in life didn’t alter her passionate thinking. As a child she ...
Sarah shook her head and climbed beneath Lucy-Lou’s bed, as though having already seen it. Lucy-Lou kneeled down and peered underneath. She held out the plate of cookies. “Sooner or later, you’re gonna have to come out.”
“I learned that I was pregnant at the age of eighteen, shortly after moving in with my boyfriend. Feeling scared and insecure, I didn't know how a baby would fit into my future. Upon seeking counsel from friends and family, it seemed logical to consider abortion as an option. After all, I was young, pretty and intelligent. I had my whole life ahead of me. It was a shock to learn that I was near the 6th month of my pregnancy. This fact certainly complicated matters. It would mean that I would have to have a different, more costly, kind of abortion. With the support of those I valued most, I made a decision. An appointment was set for one week later. My boyfriend and I arrived at the hospital early one morning in April. After the initial screening I was shown to an examining room where the lethal dose of saline was injected into my womb. Within minutes, I was led to a hospital room where they informed me that I could expect some cramping, a little worse than a normal period, and that it should be all over in about 24 to 48 hours. There was nothing left to do but wait for my body's "natural" ability to expel the unwanted fetus. In other words, give birth to my dead baby. I was instructed to remain in the bed and to call the nurse after I had the baby. There were six girls in the hospital room all together. At first we had a great time! Talk was abunda...
My mother had struggled to get pregnant for years, and at age thirty-two, she knew her time was running out. She spoke to her doctor who had recommended that if she wanted to have children, she should consider In Vitro Fertilization (IVF). She decided to follow through, as that was her only hope if she wanted to bring another generation to the Stang name. In Vitro Fertilization is a series of procedures treating fertility complications that also aids with conception of children, for this to happen, mature eggs are retrieved from your ovaries and manually fertilized by sperm in a lab. The procedure was successful and her Obstetrician (OB) was able to tell her she was having one healthy baby, and she is to be seen again soon. A few weeks later
Suddenly her bed was empty. Her room was empty. The nametag on her door was gone. Annie slept most of the weekend and, one day, just didn’t wake up. She was gone. I was shattered. ================
When I was little I always wondered why I did not have any siblings. When I got to age ten my mom explained to me that she had endometriosis, a form of infertility. At age ten I did not understand the full meaning, but did understand that it made me become an only child. Now that I am much older and have more knowledge in this field I find it very interesting all the ways a women can develop infertility. Not only are there ways to avoid it but also ways to cope with it. Through the years I saw my parents deal with it and I can tell you it is not easy. Finding out your body is not enough to hold another child is devastating to a woman. Even with In-Vitro and other kinds of fertility supplements it is not the same as your own child. I would love to say there is a cure but unfortunately there is not one yet. Researchers are working hard no doubt but hopefully with time no woman will have to hear the horrible news of having infertility.
My mother across from me and I couldn’t stop shaking. I was aflutter. I was supposed to be meeting someone my doctor said would make everything better. About thirty minutes in a lady with dark hair, Teddy gram skin and a rather big smile came out. Latisha Lewis. I was uneasy and hesitant at first. She didn’t appear like your typical life coach or what I perceived on to be. She just looks like a normal person to me. It was difficult for me to get comfortable with her at first and for the first few weeks of me knowing her I often spent most of our secession studying her appearance and trying to convince myself to actually say something. She was patient with me and I loved her for it. Around this time it was time to be applying to college and I without my mom at my aid I sought help and this was when I confided in Latisha and she assisted me. She pushed me and motivated me. She was everything I’ve ever wanted and
She knew that she would weep again when she saw the kind, tender hands folded in death; the face that had never looked safe with love upon her, fixed and gray and dead.
Stevens, John, and Nazia Parveen. "I've Been Refused IVF Because My Fiance Is Already a Father, Reveals Heartbroken Woman." Mail Online. N.p., 1 Nov. 2013
Anna and I spent many evenings doing her homework together for the two English classes she decided to take. One of her first writing assignments was to write a two page paper on who her hero was. She asked me to read her paper to make sure that there were no grammatical or punctuation errors and as I was reading her paper tear welled up in my eyes. She wrote that her hero was me. How my unselfishness to have a complete stranger stay in my home and to allow this stranger to have the same luxuries and experiences that I get in my everyday life was something she had never experienced before. She was grateful that I had "chose" her as a student to stay in my home and that she was very blessed to have someone who cared so much.
Though Lucy died at such a young age and under such unfortunate circumstances she is still remembered by the town’s people as well as the reader now.
He started delivering newspapers at the age of twelve. He frequently stops at her house because he needs to rest, beside he couldn’t resist her hot chocolate with whipped cream and fresh baked chocolate chip cookies. In addition to that she told stories about her life with Jane, and she had beautiful pictures of her daughter and Lucy.