Chemotherapy Therapy Research Paper
“HELP,” cried a scuba diver, about a hundred feet away from me. As the diver drug, the body towards the shore a mask and fins were attached to a teen-age boy. In heroic fashion, strangers, on the shore raced to provide aid. One knew CPR and quickly went to work on Bob. As if knowing exactly what to do another raced off to get help. Soon the ambulance arrived, and the paramedics jumped out and began working on the motionless body. With all of their instruments, attached one said there was a heartbeat. Bob’s dad was in the hospital, undergoing chemotherapy treatment while Bob was drowning. My mother was at the hospital with Bob’s mom, at the same time the news arrived. The two mothers heard that there had been a fatal accident at Wildwood
Falls. Bob’s mom turned to mine, in order to comfort her, since my family had two members at the scene. Instead, the Demoss family had now lost two boys at the local attraction, over the span of several years. The sirens had claimed their prize. In an interview shortly, after Alex died his dad stated that the younger brother had suffered from guilt over the death of his brother, for a while. Scott said the family had replayed the day, wondering what they might have changed in order to have a different outcome. Survivor’s guilt does not just vanish automatically after a traumatic event. When Bob drowned, I had gotten him the job at the pizza parlor. I had transported him to the site of his death. Once we were on site, I provided him with his death garb, which he wore into the crypt. When he did not come out my efforts to find him failed miserably. It has been over 35 years since Bob died, and the voice of the EMT telling me how we had been so much more responsive to a friend in distress, drowning, than any other drowning he witnessed still can be heard. The fact that briefly they were able to get Bob’s heart going again is also irrelevant. After all these years, I also wonder, “what if?” As I read the story of Alex I also wonder, why has nothing been done to prevent continued sacrifice of our children to Wildwood Falls. The sirens at Wildwood demand a sacrifice from those who partake in her pleasures.
Falls. Bob’s mom turned to mine, in order to comfort her, since my family had two members at the scene. Instead, the Demoss family had now lost two boys at the local attraction, over the span of several years. The sirens had claimed their prize. In an interview shortly, after Alex died his dad stated that the younger brother had suffered from guilt over the death of his brother, for a while. Scott said the family had replayed the day, wondering what they might have changed in order to have a different outcome. Survivor’s guilt does not just vanish automatically after a traumatic event. When Bob drowned, I had gotten him the job at the pizza parlor. I had transported him to the site of his death. Once we were on site, I provided him with his death garb, which he wore into the crypt. When he did not come out my efforts to find him failed miserably. It has been over 35 years since Bob died, and the voice of the EMT telling me how we had been so much more responsive to a friend in distress, drowning, than any other drowning he witnessed still can be heard. The fact that briefly they were able to get Bob’s heart going again is also irrelevant. After all these years, I also wonder, “what if?” As I read the story of Alex I also wonder, why has nothing been done to prevent continued sacrifice of our children to Wildwood Falls. The sirens at Wildwood demand a sacrifice from those who partake in her pleasures.