Broken Norm Analysis

Ellyn Bache once said, “It’s normal to shy away from illness and death. It’s natural to gravitate toward laughter and life.” My dad has congestive heart failure, which is normally not considered a terminal disease, but his stage of failure is. He had his first heart attack when I was 8 years old. He was in and out of the hospital quite often. My dad had his second heart attack the summer after my 6th-grade year when I was twelve. He was in California, visiting his mother before she died. He had a heart attack and a stroke and was in the hospital for 52 days before we were able to go out to California and visit him. By the time we got there, almost all his bodily systems had shut down. He had frontal lobe brain damage, which made him unable to recognize my

The norm I decided to break was to stop cursing. This is something I have tried to do for the last year and a half; but I have failed terribly. In attempting to accomplish this project/assignment I stopped using profanity, and used words or fruit names in place of the profane word I would normally use. I was judge by my friends in a comical way, and also this was very tough for me to do, but I accomplished this tough feat.

His cancer was in remission after the initial treatment, but returned with a vengeance in late 2011. He was so gaunt and thin that I worry he would collapse at any moment. He struggled to sit up and groaned in pain with every movement. His cancer was not operable. Chemotherapy and radiation therapy, meant to save him, made him extremely ill and unable to keep food down. I watched as his physicians check on him every day while trying various combinations of chemotherapy drugs, varying amounts of radiation exposure and prescribing different drugs meant to help him sleep and eat better. Up until the day my grandfather took his last breath, his doctors never stopped trying to save him. I had taken the semester off to spend my grandfather’s last moments with him. At the same time, I also began volunteering at the same hospital. As much as I enjoyed research, watching physicians help my grandfather and actually working with patients made me realize how much I want to be able to ease suffering the way in an immediate way that only physicians

He has fought for his life, and came close to losing it many times. My whole family has been affected by this adversity, including him. I’ve cried myself to sleep thinking about losing him. I’m not really sure what we would do without him. He picks me up if i’m sick, or he gives me a ride home from church, or to soccer practice. He takes me fishing, hunting, and when it snows he sits out back behind his shop and watches his grandchildren sled. He offers to let us spend the night, we stay up half the night watching movies and eating popcorn. My grandpa can’t come to all the outdoor activities. He’s limited to his outside time and ability. He’s limited to the amount of farm time or sitting on the beach watching us play in the sand. If someone is sick in the family they can’t go around him because he has a weak immune system. He also has to cope with his mother’s health getting worse and there's nothing he can do about it. He has to live with her barely remembering his name, or always telling him that she wants to go home. He has to live with her falling and injuring herself. There are a few things cancer hasn't changed in his life. He goes fishing every Wednesday and Friday. He goes and see his mother every Sunday, and Thursday. He comes to almost all of his grandchildrens games. He cooks, stays up with us, helps us with our homework, teaches us how to play golf, makes cheesy jokes even if he feels sick. I hope my grandpa makes it through all four grandkids graduation. I hope he’s able to see us seeceed in life. I hope he beats cancer and lives to tell his story to his great grandchildren(if any of us have any). I hope he continues to fight his hardest, and be brave and always put on a happy face. I hope he lives to prove that if you have God nothing is against you. Life may be rough but with strength, family, and God you can get through adversity. I teared up writing this and i’m sure anyone who had to write about something

I did my best to be careful around him, asking if he needs help,”Do you need any help uncle Tom”,”I can get that for you uncle Tom”.Just seeing him become weaker and weaker every passing day made me wish I could somehow transfer his cancer in my own body. Being seven at the time I did not have a full understanding of how serious his condition was. The radiation from his chemotherapy made him so weak that he had trouble walking around the house without someone assisting him. Whenever I would ask him if he needed help walking he would first smile, then he would say to me “No thank you Mia, I need to do this myself”. Just watching him decline my help and try to walk on his own

According to Corey, implicit norms may develop because of preconceived ideas about what takes place in a group. One example is the idea that one most cry in group in order to receive benefits from the group. A client may have seen it occur in movies or from reading a book. On the other hand, the implicit norm of crying may develop because of modeling by other group members, due to the fact that many of the group members cry during group interactions. A member could adopt this pattern of emoting even though no one has told the member it is expected of them. Implicit norms can positively or negatively influence the group dynamics, but are less liable to include a undesirable effect if they became explicit.

As a couple months went by, we started to get the feeling inside us that any day, we could get the phone call saying she was has passed. It was August, 8th 2006 my birthday, my one wish was to make my Grandma to feel better. Four days later my Uncle Dough calls and say’s “Mom (grandma) can’t move and cant’ get out of bed. She has been put on hospice, her health, has gone way south.”

Last year my grandfather, or Papa as we called him, died of cancer. He had barely fought off the cancer cells mercilessly invading his body. Barely getting through; my grandfather should've never even survived, for doctors told us his death was probable. His lungs contained a tremendous quantity of cancer. Everyone was relieved and pleasantly surprised when he made it through chemotherapy. A jack in the box is what he was; every time we thought we had lost him, he sprang back into our lives. Unfortunately, later that year Papa, who was still weak from chemotherapy, fell off a ladder and was hospitalized. While he was in the hospital the cancer came back, this time he had brain cancer. The doctors told us that there

Five years ago, Joe was a retired landscaper and a loving father and grandpa. Joe was a very active man only wanting the best for himself. Everyday he would wake up make himself a healthy breakfast, go on a walk and take his grandchildren to school. He never ever thought of anything in a negative way everything was always seen positively. Every time you would see him he would have the biggest smile on his face but one day Joe took a visit to the doctors and things weren’t looking so good. Joe had been diagnosed with stage five esophageal cancer that had spread to the lining and his colon, the doctor told him it was too late to save him. Joe spent the rest of his life in and out of the hospital. It was a rough time for his kids Laura and Gabe now because they both worked full time and had to change their schedules to get their kids to school and to make time to see their father in the

My grandpa was a person everyone around him loved. He was kind, supportive, and hard-working. I always loved seeing him every time I went to Orange County, California. But now, I’m not able to see him in real life anymore… It makes me glad that he’s alive and well in heaven but it makes me sad that I can’t see him anymore. My grandpa was the only grandpa I knew I could rely on. The other grandpa I knew and was related to unfortunately passed away before I was even born. He always liked getting big and humble hugs from his grandchildren and he likes to grasp my hand softly so he can know that I’m here for him. But one day, he just suddenly stopped doing that and never got to hug or grasp anyone’s hands ever again..

During the summer of 2015, my Grandpa Mert was diagnosed with prostate cancer. This particular type of cancer is usually very treatable and is something you just live with, so it didn’t worry our family too much. Toward the end of the year, however, things started changing. On New Years’ Day, my grandpa was admitted to the hospital for the flu, and the flu turned into pneumonia, and we found out later it was all because of his cancer. He had tried one round of chemotherapy, but the treatment made his body so weak that it couldn’t fight off other viruses, like the flu and pneumonia. He ended up staying in the hospital on and off (mostly on) for just over a month, and even had to spend his 75th birthday in the hospital. As his health progressively worsened and his body became weaker, he

Dealing with the loss of a loved one is difficult, to say the least. Most individuals have lost someone important in their life, whether it be a pet, friend, or family member. My mom lost her father to leukemia when she was 37. In this essay I will discuss the journey my mom and her family went through with my grandfather while he had cancer.

He passed away in 2015, and a month before he had passed away, he was diagnosed with brain cancer for the third time and we were told from the doctors that he would live only 3 months. Prior to this, he had brain cancer in 2009 and it was removed by a successful surgery. Then in 2010, he was diagnosed with cancer again and he had chemotherapy. This time we thought that the cancer had gone for good. But then, it returned for the third time and we were in complete shock. I thought about his chances of survival, what my family would do and how we could possibly handle this incident. I was in a lot of stress at that time as I would go to school and come home to making every effort to provide care for him. He would have seizures and would just freeze while walking and it was unbearable to witness.

On January 17, 2016, my family and I travelled about two hours to a small town called Yantis in east Texas. The elders of our family would always get together multiple times a year to catch up and see each other since they were getting to an age where they can’t depend on themselves being here on this Earth. Out of the seven or eight older members of the family, two or three had already passed by this time. My Uncle Charles was not looking good either, over the past few months he went from multiple doctor check-ups a week, to being in the hospital, and then ultimately hospice care.

Once and awhile he smiled, but that wasn 't very much. He started eating a little better when they were doing the chemo. That made him lose his hair even more than not taking chemo. He lost his strength taking chemo once a week. The hospital said that for him to take more test he would have to go up to Indianapolis. So every week he went up to the hospital in Indy. The doctor decided that they would do surgery on him to get the tumors out or shrink them. The shrinking of the tumors worked for a little but then they grew back even bigger. Then that 's when everything went downhill from there. He stopped eating and started losing a bunch of weight. He didn 't even want to get out of the bed. My grandma would bring food into the room for him and he wouldn’t ever eat it. Seeing my grandpa like this was hard. All I wanted to do was cry because I couldn’t stay the night till he got better. It didn 't seem that he was getting better soon. Every Night I prayed for him, hoping that God would heal him. The tumors just keep getting bigger. Finally my dad stepped in and yelled at my grandpa and said “you need to eat Dad,so you can get better.” That didn 't work so they had to move him to the hospital. Soon enough when they put him in the hospital, he got a lot worse. So I had to realize that he wasn 't going to make it much longer. I didn 't want to think that or even it comes true, but the way my grandpa looked I knew. My brother