Grandpa Ron Research Paper

The article “What Broke My Father’s Heart” by Katy Butler is a memoir that describes the deterioration of her father Jeffery along a seven-year span. He was full of life and mentally engaged well into his 70’s until the age of 79 when he suffered a stroke. The stroke left him with considerable problems. Despite his drive and determination to overcome the strokes after effects, he deteriorated. Jeffery told his wife, “I don’t know who I am anymore.” After developing a painful hernia the following year that required surgery to be repaired, Jeffery’s cardiologist requested a preoperative cardiology clearance. The cardiologist stated he would not perform the surgery unless he received a pacemaker for his slow heart rhythm. His wife consented due to being overwhelmed and fatigued. The pacemaker insertion was apparently successful, but Katy’s father continued to go downhill. Four years after the pacemaker was put in, Katy’s mother asked her husband’s cardiologist to turn off the device, but he denied her request. Eight years after his initial stroke, Jeffery passed due to pneumonia. But even after his passing, Jeffery’s pacemaker continued to work flawlessly.

After completing my bachelor’s degree at Florida State University in the fall of 1997, I began my career at a small hospital in Largo, Florida. I started on a thirty eight bed cardiac/telemetry unit. I had the fortunate opportunity to orient with a seasoned nurse who loved her career in nursing. She was an enthusiastic preceptor that not only educated me on the tasks of nursing but inspired and introduced me to critical care and critical thinking. I spent the next three years at this hospital working in the Coronary Care Unit until deciding to become a travel nurse and see the country. I began travel nursing with my best friend and we worked in Florida, Washington D.C., New York and Denver. At all of these locations we worked in the intensive care unit. Each experience provided a different population and vast new experiences.

I further supported my studies in biology and my interest of assisting the needy by volunteering at my hometown’s emergency room. While I did find that working at the emergency room constantly catered to my passion for knowledge about medicine, it was my trustworthy and compassionate nature that allowed me a heightened ability to interact with patients in a reliable and effective manner. I continued my desire by shadowing physicians in the many different departments of the hospital. However, since the marvels of the heart always left me in wonder, I found myself drawn into the life of a cardiologist. While shadowing him in his private practice, I had the chance to appreciate the responsibilities, commitment, and satisfaction of a career in

Hospitals for me as a young child were quite terrifying. I attribute this fear to witnessing young and old alike being on life supporting machines, while their loved ones’ countenance showed fear and trepidation. Regardless of this fear, I spent majority of my childhood in and out of the doctor’s office and emergency rooms because of routine visits and unforeseen injuries due to an active life. My pediatric physician, Dr. James Mitchell, became a permanent fixture in my life. Dr. Mitchell genuinely cared about me and what was going on with the numerous conditions and injuries that I frequented his office with; such as: asthma and chronic bronchitis, the influenza virus and streptococcal pharyngitis – which I contracted within days of each other, cases of gastroenteritis, a busted tongue and knee, dislocated joints, fractured bones, and a torn cartilage.

In the year of 2014, it was a hard time for my family and me. Throughout the whole year of 2014, my grandpa was in and out of the hospital weeks turning into months at a time. He was the healthiest man, but that year really took a toll on him, which resulted in him extended hospital stays. Throughout the whole year, the nurses became so close with the family seeing how they would conversate with our family so much. The nurses provided so much security and assurance within their scope of practice within my grandpa’s hospital stays. It was the nurses in the room late nights and early mornings keeping my grandma and family company, displaying their empathy and treating us like their very own family. We all shared laughs, prayers, hugs, and cries all while concluding their job duties. The words spoken by Maya Angelou, “I have learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but will never forget how you made them feel.” From every doctor, nurse to janitorial staff that had an encounter with my grandpa and my

Most people avoid hospitals at all costs, but I enjoy hospitals and find inspiration in what they accomplish on a daily basis. People commonly associate hospitals with negative experiences and disregard the number of miracles that occur there. Every day, doctors and nurses work hard to save lives, improve lives, and bring new lives into the world. Volunteering and job shadowing at two hospitals has given me a glimpse at just how hard these professionals work to improve the lives of complete strangers.

As a Carteret County native, born at Sea Level Hospital, I grew up, married and had three children while living in the Harkers Island community. Living in the down east community, I quickly learned the importance of the diverse cultures and how to interact appropriately. Through my clinical experiences I have developed excellent assessment, observational and prioritizational skills. Capable of identifying changes in patient conditions and act accordingly. Highly acknowledged by my instructors, classmates and medical staff for my ability to perform as a team player or independently and the competency to adapt to any working environment has been. Well known for my punctuality and organizational skills in the classroom and clinical setting. Functioning

It seems unbelievable that only two and half years ago, this journey that we are now concluding, was simply just the beginning, and these individuals with me today were mere STRANGERS. The past two and half years we were known to be the LARGEST COHORT to ever grace Chamberlain University’s Las Vegas Campus, giving the vast majority of our faculty members PSYCHOLOGICAL DISTRESS. All things considered, we had experienced and learned a considerable measure not as STRANGERS but rather AS A FAMILY. As we ALL can say, “A FAMILY that THRIVES together SAVES LIVES together.” Keeping in mind that the end goal in becoming EXTRAORDINARY NURSES, we were instructed to know the foundations of nursing where the ABC’s were not just the beginning letters from the alphabet, but rather they stood for something MORE VITAL which is AIRWAY, BREATHING, AND CIRCULATION. This genuinely shapes the premise of each class that follows. As a FAMILY, we endured the infamous

The human heart never ceases to amaze me. It pulsates, sending life sustaining blood to the surrounding organs in a harmonious equilibrium, but one disturbance and the heart’s owner could become lifeless. My father had a heart attack in 2007. My mother called 911, and my six-year old brain couldn’t really process what was happening. I only registered fear and pain. A flashing and ambulance arrived soon after and strapped an oxygen mask to my dad, placed an IV, and gave him some medication. He was rushed to the New York Hospital of Queens and received a quadruple bypass. After that ambulance left, I was scared I wouldn’t see him again; not everyone’s family member is lucky enough to survive that kind of operation. I might not have gotten my

As a granddaughter of a cancer survivor who was hospitalized after almost every treatment, a daughter of a man living with heart disease and who has had three heart attacks and an open heart surgery, and the sister of a boy who spent two months in the hospital after birth on a ventilator, St. David’s mission statement resonates its importance to me personally and professionally. My duties in the volunteer program entail not only what has been in written in the job’s description, but to serve, to the best of my ability, each and every patient or guest to make sure that they have an exceptional experience at St. David’s. Exceptional care of each and every patient or guest demands the use of excellent communication skills, and specialized care

As a child I would run throughout the house doctoring up my mother with band aids, my brother with an ace bandage and my father with a painless shot. After several years of providing ‘medical care’ to my family, my childhood dream became a goal. From this point forward, my father posed the question: “where do you wish to attend college to attain your goal?” and my aspirations began to take shape. Knowing that The University of Oklahoma had an extraordinary medical program, I strived to better myself in order to achieve my childhood aspirations. Since these early days of youthful hopes, my identity is found in my dedication to become a

January 25, 1996, a day that haunts my parents. On January 25 of 1996, Hospice gave my mother and father an Anticipated Death in the Home Notification. The Anticipated Death Notification was given to my parents so if I were to die within the week the police would know the death would not be seen as intentional. My physician anticipated that I was going to die due to my heart defect that would be seen as a “natural cause.” Unknowing what would unfold throughout the night my parents never left my side. At Atlanta Egleston Childrens Hospital the heart surgeon, Kirk Kanter, M.D., was on vacation and no rooms were available for surgeries; however, that night a nurse, at Egleston Hospital, contacted Dr. Kanter to explain my situation. Kirk Kanter returned to Egleston from his vacation and got a surgical room. Shortly after Kanter's return, he

Would you believe me if I told you my 50-year-old grandpa was in love with roller coasters? Every year since 2010, he's gotten my sister and I, along with both him and my grandma, passes to Six Flags Great America, except for the year 2014. That Christmas, my sister and I got a slip of paper saying we'd be going to Cedar Point on July 25th, 2015.

If there is one person who has shaped me into the young man I am today, it's my Grandpa Roy. (Dependent Clause) I look to him for guidance in life and he is someone I aspire to be. Poor and resourceful, those were the times my Grandpa grew up in (Adjectives). Though he is no longer poor, he never will waste anything, and to this day is very frugal and smart with his money. Through his life has had to overcome tremendous adversity in order to live a happy and fulfilling life. He is 86 years old and is a retired Professor where he taught at UNI for over 40 years, and has a doctorate in physics. Although age might fool you my he is the smartest and sharpest person I know. My grandpa can best be described as a very humble man who lives each moment

Nurses and doctors were rushing, babies were crying, parents were panicking, and I was just standing in the middle of it all and observing it quietly. I 'll never forget the summer of 2014 where I shadowed various departments of a hospital and gained experiences that 'll last a lifetime. In this hospital, I had witnessed two vast extremes: life and death. Both scary in their own unique way. Witnessing such extremes allowed me to develop a new perspective about the amazing doctors and nurses who see it on a day to day basis. This newly found perspective has influenced on what career path I plan to take in the not-so-distant future.