A Day At Deer Camp

"Are you okay?" He questioned,his voice was filled with compassion towards me and I smiled from where I lay.

“I’m fine!” they rushed out, forcing their eyes to meet with his. It almost stung. “I really am fine.”

"Don't worry. Everything will be fine." I assured her as a bend to whisper in her ear. I pray my words of comfort are correct.

“I- i think i'm fine , it’s not that big of a deal “ i reply trying to sound as normal as possible .

“I’m sorry, hon’. She up and left,” the nurse shrugged, checking my vitals on the monitor. “Everything looks good today.”

Imagine for a moment one morning you woke up not feeling quite yourself, you have a really high fever and your back and feet hurt in such a way you can barely catch your breath, something that has become more pronounced and refuses to be ignored. You call you family doctor up and make an appointment to go in and get his opinion on what could be wrong with you. The doctor asks you some rather routine questions, pokes and prods at you, takes several samples of your blood and sends them off to be tested, advising you that he will call you as soon as the results are back. A week and a half goes by and finally you get the call you have been looking forward to and dreading at the same time. The doctor asks you to come to his office because he would like to discuss his findings with you in person. You find yourself in the doctors’ office sitting on that stiff leather couch across from the doctor who seems a bit uncomfortable as though he is not quite sure if he should look you in the eye or at the wall over your shoulder. In a very low and calm voice he breaks it to you and tells you that your blood tested positive for a very bad terminal illness where life as you know it would change as this illness progressed. You would become more and more dependent on others such as your family as this illness took hold of you. You would go from being able to do the seemingly simple things you find you always took for granted without even realizing it like walking under you own steam, bathing

This chapter begins with Jack still playing baseball with his team, but that doesn't last long. Soon, his mother is there and chases him around the bases until she grabs him and drives him home. The only thing she said to him was when she threw him in his room. Right before the door slammed shut she shouted YOUR GROUNDED at the top of her lungs and stomped away.

“Don’t worry i'll be there if you get too scared,” Kye replied with a knowing smile.

The sheer helplessness in Tom’s voice brought tears to Booker’s eyes, but he knew it was in his friend’s best interest to remain in the hospital and receive a full evaluation. “Tom, listen to me,” he commanded quietly. “Just let the doctors do their job, and you’ll be home before you know it.”

The deer hunt tests your patience and in my case- accuracy. One day my brother told me to come up to him on the property. When I arrived there I caught my breath and calmed down to be able to take my best shot. After that we then situated our selves for the shot. It was a long 150 yard shot. I held my aim and didn’t even breath to be able to take the perfect shot. Once I shot, the deer all of the sudden trotted away. I had missed! However, I took three more shots, right after the third shot the deer dropped dead instantly.

“Oh sorry mother I’m just nervous. I really hope…” Terry began but then a nurse with ruby red hair and glistening blue eyes tapped him on the shoulder. She told them that Terry’s father was in critical but stable condition. They would also have to wait a couple of hours. Those hours were the most miserable hours of Terry’s life. Finally, the same nurse came back and invited Terry and his mom to see their father.

Although in the time, I didn’t know if the discord happening within my body. Two weeks after I lost my grandfather, I was dying as well. My blood count was a staggeringly low 5.27, the lowest healthy amount is 12.0. I was rushed to the hospital for a transfusion the day my doctor got the results back. My new doctors at the University of Kentucky Hospital were diligent with my care, yet there were many blanks. They found no sign of Lupus, Leukemia, or other diseases to cause blood deficiencies. Until the term finally came up. GPA. I didn’t know what it was, nor were the doctors sure yet. It only took a day for my team of over ten doctors to figure it out. Constant calls to Cincinnati Children’s Hospital and they were finally treating me. High doses of prednisone and iron supplements were what I had to look forward to every morning after coming home. A girl that weighed one-hundred and twenty pounds went to a two-hundred-pound girl in a matter of a few months. My auto-immune disease hasn’t changed my whole life. But it changed my outlook on how precious life is. I found out later that, if I hadn’t been admitted when I was, I would’ve been dead within the week. It was Thursday when I was admitted. How short and precious our lives

“ Ok, but I’m always here if you need me.” said Keve in a calming voice.

Black death is a real big disease I see. “Yes” said the man. Oh no, I rored it it contagious? “I don't know” he said. So we started on are way to the doctors to find out and see if they can help. As we got there we got in right away. They said it was very contagious and that I have 97% have having this disease. I was very scared. I went to the man's house with him and was

“I have to go, but I'll be back in a bit,” the nurse said and quietly let herself out.