People communicate for a lot of different reasons maybe they are hungry, maybe they need the toilet, maybe they have a idea of some sort, they might be in pain, it is a way of expressing feelings, wishes, and needs also preferences . It is a way of finding out information and sharing information. Communication is also a way of building up relationships and gaining trust from people. There are many ways of communicating with people this can cover sign language, body language, pictures, writing on a sheet of paper, you must always try to find the best way of communicating with the individual person. It is also important so you can communicate with other carers and relatives or anybody in your work force to pass on and receive any information that you are required to know to help both yourself and the user/relative.…
I was 21 months old when I had my surgery; nevertheless this was unquestionably young for surgery. At first my mother and father didn’t have the slightest clue as to my issue, but, as being a twin when I had strands of snot, and mucus being pulled out of my nose, a clear sign of Choanal Atresia, and my twin didn’t they knew something wasn’t quite right. After many ENT appointments, phone calls, headaches, and unanswered questions later they finally discovered the issue, Unilateral Choanal Atresia. My mother replied to the ENT specialist with “He has what?!?” Followed by a look to the ENT from my father, they both had never heard of it.…
Everyone carries the stories of their lives wrapped around their shoulders. Some people carry feather-light stories; other people’s stories, heavy as bricks threaten to break their spirit as they carry its burden. In my opinion, the best stories – fiction or not − begin with the famous and treasured words of “Once upon a time.” So allow me to share with you my tale of a hellion land, filled to the brim with vagabonds in every corner, and survival of the fittest.…
So they went to give me an operation without consent, and luckily it was a success, and I overcame a terrible moment for my family. I got a new perspective on life for my entire childhood. During this experience, I spent my childhood proudly embracing the scar and the surgery as it is a part of me that doesn’t take anything away from me, instead it pushes me. Because of the severity of the procedure in my childhood showed me the values of my life and how someone shouldn't take their existence for…
Many people think that civil disobedience is simply a way of expressing your opposition to a law through a publicity stunt. However, civil disobedience is much more than this. Civil disobedience leads to a more positive society where people can feel open of expressing themselves against unjust laws or actions of government. The action of civil disobedience makes a free society where, in Adlai Stevenson’s words, people find it more “safe to be unpopular”.…
As a student of the UIC's Honor College I believe that I will bring new innovative ideas to my fellow students and to those around me. I not only will aspire to better myself, but to encourage those around me to be the best student they can be. As the youngest sibling I have endured through many challenges. From struggling to explain my opinion about a subject in a way that will back up my reasoning to asserting my role as a leader. Although at times I have felt like giving up, I have prevailed. I learned how to state my opinion in a way that is informative, yet not rude. One challenge that I felt I excelled in exceptionally is being a leader. I have immersed myself in multiple school activates that leadership is a necessity. I am currently the president of the twelfth grade book club and a board member of the Senior Committee. With the skills that I have learned as a result of those positions I will be able to implement them in the classroom and in school events. As a student of UIC’s Honor College I plan to make use of all the advantages given to me. With the benefits provided to me I plan to take advantage of the honor courses that apply to Physical Therapy. I would also like to study abroad if I were given the opportunity to because I believe that you can learn a lot by immersing yourself in different cultures. It would be an honor for me to take part in the Honor College as a tutor because as a student who has had the experience of being both a tutor and a student I know that it can be a rewarding experience.…
Going to college is a scary experience for many students. The thought of going off to college to start their life can scares many students. There are many bumps in the road when it comes to finding the perfect college. To get over these bumps in the road students look for many aspects about the college of their choice. Many students want the college of their dreams to offer a lot of social activities to make many new friends, academic standards so that going to college will help them with their future, a reasonable cost so students don’t have to live with debt, and a great history so that their college and degree are respected by others.…
I came back from surgery, now in my own hospital room and spent the night there with my mom. It was April 14, 2009 and my parents get called out of the room to speak with an oncologist. I couldn’t hear what they were saying but I saw my parents crying. They came back two minutes later and I finally knew what was wrong.…
At least this time around I was disproving all of what the doctor told my parents to look out for, except I did have issues with motor skills, and had to participate in adaptive physical education to help develop the skills better, this also made the bullying worse since I was that awkward child who hated sports. All through elementary school, I was forced to do every sport available, on the field I had no focus and would pay more attention to butterflies and flowers than the ball. My peers would get so mad at me because I wasn’t into sports. I was also traveling at least once a year to MA for MRI. I had an interesting experience with one, it was also the last time I was sedated for them, I kept trying to sit up in the machine so they were putting more anesthesia in me so waking up I had a bad reaction and basically was acting…
My dad was with me the whole time and always holding my hand. My mom was crying about how scared she was. 10 minutes went by in that same room and I was 5 minutes away from surgery.…
Growing up there was so much for me to do. Sadly, when I hit age four, my life took a dramatic change and my world was turn upside down. I was diagnosed with legg calve perthes disease (LCPD). Talk about a scared little girl, however no one knew what it was until I hit five years old. You see, none of the doctors in West Virginia actually had a clue to what I truly was carrying. Most of them said it was something else and wanted to give me six to seven different surgeries. I had battle with this disease for one year. Little in that year, my leg hip was shortly dissolving! It caused all matter of programs! The biggest one was I could hardly walk, I would take three steps then scream in pain. My mom finally had enough, she drove me to Pittsburg and found a hospital call “Children’s”. The nurses there were so friendly! I was terrified because my biggest fear were nurses giving me shots when I walked in. The doctor instantly knew what illness I was carrying. He only gave me two surgeries. That was all what they could do at the time. The disease I carry is a non-cure one. I remember them giving me a pink liquid drink that passed me out. I woke up to a nurse smiling at me, boy was I utterly terrified! I cried for…
I'm so nervous and worried but they called us into the room to get her ready for the surgery. My little baby girl didn't know what was about to happen. My heart was falling apart to see her so small and having to experience this. They finally take her in so I tell her how much I love her and cry. After seven hours of waiting, they call me and tell me that the surgery was over and I could go in to intensive care to see her. That moment was the worst seeing her in so much pain. She passed out on me twice and doctors were so concerned of her reaction. Being there for a month wondering if she was going to make it or not is something I don't wish no one will ever have to go through. But my little angel, my warrior, fought so hard, she overcame it and we left the hospital on January 29th making our way back to El Paso,…
When I was little I never really understood why my dad was always in the hospital for surgery, or why he gave himself a shot every day. All I knew was that I wanted him to feel better. As I got older I understood that those surgeries were reconstructive surgeries on his face. At around sixteen, my dad found out that he had a rare tumor on the left side of his upper cheekbone. The tumor has since been removed, but he still goes through reconstructive surgeries. Along with his tumor, my dad has sarcoidosis in his lungs and is a type two diabetic. I have always grown up by my dad’s side before and after his surgeries, seeing him at his best, and at his worst.…
As I got older, I continued to receive the same operation over and over; totaling seven. But in January of fourth grade something a little strange happened; I grew a tumor on the roof of my mouth that hurt so much that eating was impossible. My mom asked around the neighborhood for an ENT that had any previous experience with something of this nature. She took me to 5 different doctors ranging from an orthopedist to an oral surgeon and ending with an ENT, standing for ear nose and throat. We soon learned that no one had ever seen this before. My mother got the name of a surgeon who was well respected in his field and we saw him immediately. He removed it and sent the bump to a laboratory to try to determine what it was. The only good news was that it was non-cancerous. After the first mouth surgery, I was sent to UC to see 6 more specialists, such as a cardiologist and a genetics expert, all of whom had no clue what I had. Three months later it came back, I got an new surgeon, and was operated on again. Under the watchful eye of this doctor I had three more surgeries. My bump came to be called a peripheral reparative giant-cell granuloma. All the doctor could explain was that once the bump was removed and my body started to heal itself, it just didn’t know when to stop and therefore over grew. It was at this point that I began to feel really self-conscious and began to ask, “Why me?”…
Three years ago, my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer. The news came as an utter shock to everyone, considering the fact that she was one of the healthiest and most active members of my family. She played tennis and practiced yoga at least four times a week; always ate healthy and organic foods, and on top of all this, there was barely any history of breast cancer on our family tree! Though her case was not as bad as others, it still required her to undergo weeks of arduous chemotherapy and radiation. Through her darker days, she herself would be the one to calm me down and reassure me that everything would be okay. The night before my mother’s surgery, I started to cry, scared and frustrated with what was happening around me. Though she was also frightened and anxious, my mother was the one to comfort me and explain that a plastic surgeon did not actually turn people into plastic, as I…