Dad’s eye surgery
We all have that special person that makes us happy. Well that special person for me is my dad. My dad has been my best friend since I can remember. He has always been there for me through my toughest times. I wouldn’t know what to do without him. Now that he has had a lot of trouble with his eye health, I need to be there for im always.
I will never forget this obstacle in my life seen my dad sick is the worst thing a son or daughter can go through. I saw him suffer for two to three years ago. I didn’t know about his eye health complications until one day I decided to go with him to the doctor. It was my first time ever going with him to the doctor I felt like an adult taking his old father to the doctor. I remember we were so nervous about knowing the diagnostics that we both stared at each other anxiously, and he was shaking of how nervous he was. My dad had been with his eye problem for a long time, and it was time for him to do something about it. The doctor gave him a surgery appointment. It took my dad a week of applying eye
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My dad took about an hour after surgery to wake up. He woke up with a headache, and he’s eye hurt so much. Since this surgery took place in Mexico most of the medications patients have to buy. The pain my dad was having was so bad I had to run to the closest pharmacy. The doctor had left already and all it was left was two nurses, and couldn’t even take my dad’s pain away. They just told us to go home that the pain was normal. Which it wasn’t normal because my dad couldn’t handle it. We had to give him medication for him to go to sleep. The next day in the morning the pain was gone. Now we had to wait 4 months of recuperation those months were the toughest for him. Between those four months of recuperation he started to see a little more, but not a clear vision. He was worried because he was on his last month and was barley seeing but
I had just finished facing my fears watching the metallic needle slip so seamlessly under my skin into the veins of my nervous, clammy hand. Hugging my Mom like it could have been the last time I saw her, seeing my dad's face stern and worried. I wheeled down the hall into this operating room, white was all I saw, a bed in the middle for the surgery to go down. As I lay on the bed waiting to be put under I remember seeing the blue masks of the people to be operating on me, I had to put all my trust in them, trusting someone you seen for less than 5 seconds with your life. Absolutely terrifying. The nurse slipping the fluid into my IV as I lay on my back looking up at the white ceiling, this cold sensations rushed over me. Then suddenly, I was out.
but links this time of day with waking up and hurrying to dress up in
I was taken into the operating room where I seen five or six nurses and two of them had strange objects in their hands. I was told to lay back on these cold white sheets; when I looked up I saw the most intense light ever! After looking at the light for a minute it almost blinded me. One of the nurses put a tube in my nose, yet I quickly tugged it out because it was a foreign object to me. I was informed it would help me breath while the doctors were performing the surgery. The anesthesiologist gave me anesthesia, a medicine that is induced before surgical operations so you will have insensitivity to pain. The entire surgery took about one hour to
My dad was a really hard working person. He always did what was best for me and my older sister. I can remember him always working and when he came home, it was as if I was meeting a celebrity. He was a celebrity in our house anyways. And that was what made it so hard for me to let him go. It’s been 10 years. It seems like it happened days ago based on how much I miss him.
One fateful day at the end of June in 1998 when I was spending some time at home; my mother came to me with the bad news: my parent's best friend, Tommy, had been diagnosed with brain cancer. He had been sick for some time and we all had anxiously been awaiting a prognosis. But none of us were ready for the bumpy roads that lay ahead: testing, surgery, chemotherapy, nausea, headaches, and fatigue. Even loud music would induce vomiting. He just felt all around lousy.
I spent the summer in recovery. A handful of surgeries, different doctors, different hospitals, all the same prognosis. While retinal transplants were available, the eyes themselves were beyond repair. They took skin grafts from my legs and applied them to my chest, neck, and face, piecing me back together. I asked my nurse if my hair would grow back, or if I needed to get a Tina Turner wig. She didn’t answer, but I could hear my mom quietly start to weep.
Thinking back on my childhood memories I cannot remember a moment where my father wasn’t struggling with pain
It was my very first appointment at Shriners Hospital. My mom was struggling to get us there because back then she didn’t know how to drive. And my father had too much work. I remember that me and my mom got on the UTA bus and some nice lady help us get their. As we arrived to my first appointment. It was difficult for my mom to understand what the doctors and nurses were saying because at the time i got sick we had just arrived in America. The doctors did so many test on me that same day, they didn’t know what was wrong with me. I kept visiting the hospital for about more than two weeks. And finally they had to do surgery on me. The day i had to get surgery done was really scary i was feeling really nervous. When it was time for me to go into surgery i was scared to leave my mom i cried alot until they gave me anastesha. The surgery
Without my dad I wouldn’t have the rough I have over my head or the shoes on my feet. Without my dad I wouldn’t have my truck on the road. Without my dad I wouldn’t know what a job or responsibility is. Without my dad I would probably be the mean kid who bully’s. Without my dad I wouldn’t know how to respect people. Without my dad my life wouldn’t be as fun and happy as it is. My dad is my hero for all these reasons.
The doctors in the hospital cleared my mom for visitors, so we went to see her every day after school. That Saturday, my dad decided to spend the night in the hospital with my mom. Mrs. Lindler spent the night at our house with us and took my siblings and me to church on Sunday morning. At this time, the doctors hadn’t confirmed that Mom had had a stroke, so they were running tests left and right. They finally figured out that she’d had a small stroke on the left side of her brain. They thought this was due to an extremely small hole in her heart. The doctors told her it would be best to have surgery to get this repaired. The surgery was very minimally invasive. They would go in with a catheter through a vein in her leg. The catheter would place a metal patch on the hole, and the heart tissue would grow around it. My mom scheduled her surgery for May 29th, 2016, and was discharged from the hospital.
I was approximately 6 years old when I saw the look on Dad’s face; I felt helpless, for he lied there on the floor curled up in a little ball. His big brown dreamy eyes looked up at me, as he was trying to speak. He mumbled that he would be okay. I felt so scared and really wanted to help him. Two months later
My father was always there for me, whether I wanted him to be or not. Most of the time, as an adolescent trying to claim my independence, I saw this as a problem. Looking back I now realize it was a problem every child needs, having a loving father. As hard as I tried to fight it, my dad instilled in me the good values and work ethic to be an honest and responsible member of society. He taught me how to be a good husband. He taught me how to be a good father. He taught me how to be a man. It has been 18 years since my father’s death, and I am still learning from the memories I have of him.
One person that I care for very deeply is my dad. He is The reasons he means so much to me is because he helps me whenever I need help, plays sports with me, and he is just like one of my friends.
Around the age of 6 my mom was hospitalized because she had extreme headaches, and that’s when she found out she had a tumor in her brain. She kept this a secret from me because she didn’t want to see me suffer more than what I already was. About a week after she found out the news of her tumor, my mom was obligated to tell me because she had to go to Florida to get surgery, since the hospitals in Peru did not have the proper equipment to do this surgery. After my mother broke the news to me, we both started crying. I did not know much about tumors, but I did know that it was a life threatening disease. The next day my mom and I went to the doctor to find out what procedure she should take to not put her life at risk. In that same appointment, we found out the pricy amount of the surgery. With my mom’s salary and all of our expenses, it was going to be impossible to pay for the operation, and my mom had to make the tough decision to postpone
I always think to myself, “What would I do if I didn’t have a father like him?” I think about it and then I say, “I would be in the cracks, not doing anything because there is no one here to keep me going and to keep me motivated.” My dad is an amazing cool person to me because he shows me that no matter what struggles he faces in his life or what happens to him, he always gets out of them and he has me and my mom to help him.