The Day That Changed My Mind
English 111 paper #2
02-28-12
The Day That Changed My Mind Around three years ago from today my grandma was given the news that tore our family up. She was told she had around two in half years to live due to cirrhosis of the liver. She had a special case because cirrhosis of the liver is more common due to drinking too much alcohol. My grandma never drank a day in her life. Cirrhosis of the liver is a slowly progressing disease that replaces healthy liver tissue with scar tissue. Eventually the liver can no longer function. This news came as a shock to all of us and was hard to take in. We were heartbroken because my grandma lived to go to her grandchildren’s activates and at times she was too weak to go. The disease may not of been looking like it was taking a lot way from her and our family, but it was eating all of us alive inside. We knew this disease was like a ticking time bomb and not a day went by that we didn’t think about the outcome. I go back to that day that we found out and remember the look on everyone’s face. It was like they had seen a ghost. As the days went on we could see the changes in my grandma. She became weak and swollen up with the bile that the liver could not process. The doctors were able to give her more time by putting in a stint. This helped her by aiding the liver in by not leaking bile out into her body. As the days progressed she would go in every so often to get drained, it was expected. It came to a day where she was so swelled up we decided to put her in the hospital. This was a normal thing though. The day being there turned into days than a month. She got worse and we were told she had an infection in the lungs and had to get better or no liver. She overcame the infection and then started to have heart problems and her kidneys were failing. They shocked her back twice to get the rhythm normal and told us if she went out of rhythm again her heart would not be able to take the surgery. She went from an ordinary room
02-28-12
The Day That Changed My Mind Around three years ago from today my grandma was given the news that tore our family up. She was told she had around two in half years to live due to cirrhosis of the liver. She had a special case because cirrhosis of the liver is more common due to drinking too much alcohol. My grandma never drank a day in her life. Cirrhosis of the liver is a slowly progressing disease that replaces healthy liver tissue with scar tissue. Eventually the liver can no longer function. This news came as a shock to all of us and was hard to take in. We were heartbroken because my grandma lived to go to her grandchildren’s activates and at times she was too weak to go. The disease may not of been looking like it was taking a lot way from her and our family, but it was eating all of us alive inside. We knew this disease was like a ticking time bomb and not a day went by that we didn’t think about the outcome. I go back to that day that we found out and remember the look on everyone’s face. It was like they had seen a ghost. As the days went on we could see the changes in my grandma. She became weak and swollen up with the bile that the liver could not process. The doctors were able to give her more time by putting in a stint. This helped her by aiding the liver in by not leaking bile out into her body. As the days progressed she would go in every so often to get drained, it was expected. It came to a day where she was so swelled up we decided to put her in the hospital. This was a normal thing though. The day being there turned into days than a month. She got worse and we were told she had an infection in the lungs and had to get better or no liver. She overcame the infection and then started to have heart problems and her kidneys were failing. They shocked her back twice to get the rhythm normal and told us if she went out of rhythm again her heart would not be able to take the surgery. She went from an ordinary room