* Other symptoms that may occur is headache, gastrointestinal distress, and the odor of ammonia on the breath.…
My step-father John had a CARDIAC TRANSPLANT at the age of 53. This story is about him and his journey through all of this. He has been through a lot and is lucky to still be with us.…
* What is happening to Ms. Jones’s kidneys, and why is it causing the observed symptom?…
There is a lot of pain and struggle in us that we sometimes find hard to deal with. I was a child when I first learned what cancer meant and what it would do to my beautiful, loving and caring grandmother. I was still too young to understand fully, but I knew more or less that she would be leaving us too soon in her time. I saw her struggle with the changes the sickness had done to her body. She was weak and always tired. It hurt me so much to see her in pain and she always tried her very best to not show that she was hurting around us. She would smile and always have words of wisdom. Growing up she was the only person I thought I could tell my secrets to, my grandmother was my best friend. Before she passed I wanted to hold her, be with her and just…
Chu, M.C. and J. Rhoades. (2007). The Uninsured in America, 1996-2007: Estimates for the U.S. Civilian Noninstitutionalized Population Under 65, Medical Expenditure Panel Survey, AHRQ, Statistical Brief #214, July 2008. Retrieved November 12, 2009, from http://www.nchc.org/facts/coverage.shtml…
My grandma's condition wasn't anything but hard for me and my family to deal with. Everyday with her was a roller coaster that held many twists and turns and couldn't stay on the track. If you didn't hold on tight, you’d thrown off. You never knew what she would remember each morning that she woke. Some days she would know the date and she was aware of her surroundings, while other days (which weren’t so great), she'd be back in time when her husband was alive and she’d call for him. Then she’d be puzzled as to why he wouldn't call her name back. When my mom would bear her the bad news he has been gone for years, my great grandma turned as silent as a mouse for the remainder of the day, wallowing in her sorrow. Yet, as her memory faded, mine…
This was the diagnosis of stage four cancers that affected my mom and there was nothing that the doctors could do. The next question my dad had was, “How long?” The doctor said, “Less than ninety days,” due to the fact that the cancer had eaten its way through mom’s bladder. This is the most serious illness that I have had to deal with was truly hard on me and a lot more so on my dad; since he and mom would have been married more than thirty years.…
This was a devastating truth that I found out because no one what to find out that their family member has cancer. When my mother was going through cancer I couldn’t stop think about her being in pain and sickness I just wanted to be by her side every hour of the day but I couldn’t because of school. During the time I was at school the only I could think about was if my family was ok especially my ill mother. When my mom was going through cancer I didn’t do so well in school because the only thing I had on my mind was my mom and wishing that I could help take her pain away and be by her side every day. About five or seven months later my mother’s breast cancer was in remission. This hardship in my life was a very difficult for me to deal with because I do not like to see anyone sad or in pain especially my parents. An obstacle that I am dealing with now is a hardship I would have never thought to have in a million…
Following my grandfather's death, my dad's family had a really rough time, moving around the country and being dirt poor to the point where malnutrition became a health concern in his childhood. There were days when he would be out for a walk and he'd suddenly collapse on the spot due to intense stomach pains. People would pass by, but no one ever helped him up. After lying on the ground for God knows how long, he would rush back to the house to poop, only to find his efforts futile. He couldn't afford a doctor and his mother was too busy trying to make ends meet. On top of that, he had two older sisters and, later, two older step-sisters.…
I still remember the day my dad was diagnosed. We were packing for our annual trip to Florida and he needed to get a check-up at the doctor. After practically shoving my dad out the door, my mom and I started to pack our clothes. It was a normal summer day in Texas. The birds were still chirping, my dog was sleeping on the porch and my brother was still playing soccer in the front yard. We had no idea what was to come.…
End stage renal disease can manifest as a variety of symptoms that include general malaise, weakness, dry skin, pruritus, and headaches, loss of appetite, and sometimes nausea and vomiting. Also, drowsiness, confusion, muscle twitching or cramps, easy bruising, nosebleeds, edema, low urine output, etc. If kidney failure is untreated, it can develop to seizures, coma, and death. With that being said, we have to remember that when people deal with life challenges, they experience emotional anxiety especially if encounter a difficulty for the first time (Clarice and her family). They experience fear ("loose a wonderful mother and grandmother much too soon"), anger ("She felt even God had let her down "), grief and depression (Hadn’t she always…
My father was diagnosed with high blood pressure, high cholesterol, diabetes, and cirrhosis of the liver. The doctors then gave him two options; if he began taking his medications and stopped drinking he would receive the necessary treatments in order to enjoy a lengthy life without alcohol. Option two included taking his medications but not holding off on his drinking problem, the outcome of this would be my father passing a lot sooner than expected. My family and I were able to come together and realize the seriousness of his drinking problem. Once my father’s drinking decreased, he was a completely different man, creating a strong foundation for my family. As my relationship with my family improved, the rest of my life soon followed. During that time I started working at an elementary school that happened to be in a rough part of town and coaching a U12 boys soccer team. I quickly realized that I enjoyed working with the youth and noticed myself having positive productive relationships with troubled students due to the fact that I was able to relate to their problems in certain aspects.…
Endometriosis. I did not know what that word meant and I did not care at the moment. I was sixteen and fearless, but this later would scare me. I saw tears form in my mom's eyes while I sat there wondering what my mom's problem was. I thought this is probably the same as strep throat, something I could take antibiotics for and it would go away. The doctor was explaining the issue and I was slowing realizing this was not just any ordinary sickness. This was something that would stick with me forever. Then the doctor said the one word that I knew could change my life, “infertility.” Everything else faded out, my vision blurred and my mind was on pause while I thought about my dreams of having a big family. Were those…
The statements above are true for my life; my life was about to change forever. This is the day I found out my mother had only six months to live, I was only 19 years old. I was picking my mother up from a routine follow-up appointment she had at Keesler Air force Base Hospital in Biloxi Mississippi, on the afternoon of 3 March 1997. I was walking up the steps of the hospital when I saw her walking out her face was pale I asked her if she was ok, her response was no. At this point in time everything went silent she asked me to sit down on the steps but I couldn’t I just wanted to know what was wrong. My mother while holding my hands then told me the results of the test and that she had liver cancer and it was untreatable. I was frozen not knowing what to say I just grab her and held her close and begun to cry. She told me to stop crying because she was going to need me to be strong for her and my brothers, that she wanted her last six months to be happy memories not sad ones.…
Tuesday, April 2nd, at 6:13 p.m., was the day that my mother received severe pains in her abdomen. As a safety precaution, we – my brother, father, and I – rushed her to the hospital. This had not been the first time she had experienced these kinds of pains, as per my dad. When I was the age of four, my mother had kidney stones and had an operation done to remove them because the stones were to large to pass through the urinary tract. Remembering this, I realized she may have the same problem again because this was not the first time she has experienced abdominal pains this year. As we were all waiting in the hospital room waiting for the doctor to diagnose my mother’s condition, I feared she had destroyed some organ in her body. When the doctor finally came out, he told us that she would have to stay overnight because they needed to have tests done to confirm his hunch of kidney stones.…