Life And Death - Life Or Death

In the article, “A Life or Death Situation,” the author Robin Marantz Henig documents Margaret “Peggy” Battin’s struggle as she attempts to balance her academic beliefs with her desire to hold onto her husband, Brooke Hopkins. The article focuses on Battin, a bioethicist at the University of Utah, who has always been an advocate of allowing dying patients to decide whether they wish to continue treatments to prolong their lives. Battin believes that the chronically ill and suffering should be able to choose to end their lives. She spent decades writing about assisted suicide, euthanasia, and death with dignity. However, on November 14, 2008, her views changed since the bike accident left her husband, Brooke Hopkins, paralyzed from the neck

When I saw the first drop of blood hit the ceramic tiles I became motionless. Knowing panicking would only make the situation worse, I waited patiently as my arm painted the floor with my blood. Hesitantly I look over to observe the wound, and staring at me with its bright red eyes is a nine foot Reticulated Python. As I felt the pressure of the tight coils decrease I knew it was the moment to take action. I quickly grabbed the back of it’s head and pried it off of me, making sure the curved teeth were removed carefully. After the snake was put away safely, I stood there in shock. But surprisingly I never felt more at home.

We went to ER and got to see a baby get drawn from his arm the parents were upset because it was the second time they had to draw his blood. The dad stepped out and the mom stayed and helped hold the baby down. There was a patient with shingles that I only got to see from outside but the phlebotomist showed

Before realizing what was happening, a nurse was trying to put an IV in my arm. The needle compared to my little arm looked huge and too long to go in my arm. I refused to let them touch me and tried to run to my mom. When they had a hard time succeeding at putting my IV in, they decided to get help from my mom. She calmly told me to lay down and to watch her, while they put the needle in. It was hard to ignore the pain pulsing through my arm and all the commotion happening all around me. I looked at my mom and saw the tears that were falling down her face as they held me down. When they were done, there was an IV and a cast on my arm, so that I would not be able to pull the IV out. Then they wheeled me into another room where my mom held and comforted me, while we waited to hear the results.

Thankfully I am feeling much better and I learned my lesson of never to think carelessly again. We just got to Fort Boise and traded and bought more supplies. Then, like I was in slow motion I saw a snake rising up to a man’s knee and “SNAP” it bit his knee and fled away. It happened so fast. I heard that when it was hot the snakes would

Have you ever walked down that white tile floor that reeked of bleach, with a bouquet of roses and daisies, all tied into one? Well, I have. My brother was in a small hospital room for a little over a week, trying to recover from a car accident with a minor concussion. I remember standing close by my dad as we went into the huge elevator filled with people. I slowly made my way to the far right corner and waited till our stop. As the elevator ringed, we snuck out of the crowd of people and turned the corner. I knocked on the door. The door slowly squeaked opened with a nurse on the other end. I look over to the bed; my brother had needles and wires stuck into him like a pincushion. But yet, he still managed to get some sleep. I set the box of chocolates on the table beside him, and then set my own self onto the small, unpleasing couch. Trying to get comfortable, I

I was attacked by my little brothers. They had been waiting all day for me to get home, this was a daily routine they begged me to go out and play with them. We went out and played catch for a while and had races up and down the street. Then as usual I went up to my room after dinner and after I had cleaned up for the night, to watch film on the team we would be facing the next day. I watched film until late into the night, watching and rewatching play after play after play. I felt like I had watched a whole seasons worth of film until I looked at the clock, it was 1:30 Am. I turned off my Ipad and went to bed so I could get enough rest for the game

It was a Saturday afternoon and my sister and I were bored so we decided to race down the driveway. She was on her moped and I was on my ripstik. We started counting down three,two,one, at two Mackenzie cheated and started going down. I intended to jump into the grass, I landed in the middle of the driveway. While I was in the air I came down and landed on my side. My sister came to see what happened, she saw a puddle of blood where my elbow was, she said that it was like a person had dumped a bucket of red kool aid all over the pavement! My toes looked like my little sister creamed a bunch of red lipstick all over them. Also my waist looked like someone took a knife and cut all of the skin off. After this all happened my sister ran

My older brother Pooh Man was yelling ,’’grand lancey, grandma lancey,’’ while chasing me non-stop. And it really freaked me out and next thing u know i were running snots was just gushing out my nose, my arm was swinging everywhere and one of my shoes came off. And then i saw a fence, i thought there's my chance to get away from him. So, i ran from him and jumped; my shoes lace was untied, it got caught in the fence then my arm snapped as I hit the ground.

The phone was ringing as I stepped into my house. My mother picked up the phone without realizing she would shortly be sent to her knees. She yelled for me to get into the car and we rushed into the hospital. As hectic as the situation felt, time seemed to pass by very slow in that car. We finally arrived to the hospital to find my father nervously talking to the doctor. I learned that my brother had been brutally beaten up by a couple of teenagers on his way home from school and, as a result, had lost most of his teeth.

You are walking home and you see a woman drowning, you go in the water and swim toward the endangered beauty, your eyes meeting as you work desperately to save your drowning Ophelia. You can't move, she looks at you with a simile. At the end, you are nothing but a lost soul. You are now being slowly digested by the Snake Woman. She is scary but I don't really care. She is no more them a pet snake to me. She use to work with me but that was a long time ago.

So one day I was hanging out with some friends we were just sitting in my room then we decided to go longboarding. After we came up a hill and one of my friends decided to go down the hill on are stomach. As we lined up getting ready to go down the hill my cousin went down the hill first so we were zooming down the hill going, so fast then as i hit a pebble I fly off the board as i was coming to the road i braced myself with my hand skinning my hand also tearing some of my flesh off of my hand. I stood up instantly as my hand was gushing blood everywhere the blood was painting the road with the blood .

Have you ever been in a life threatening situation? Where if you did one thing wrong, you could die? If you have, you might be able to relate to the story "Poison", by Roald Dahl. In this story, a man, Harry Pope, is caught unawares as a poisonous snake slithers onto his stomach when he's laying in bed. His friend, Timber, and a local doctor, Ganderbai, work together to save Harry. But when the sheets are lifted, the snake is nowhere to be found. Many people argue whether the snake was ever there, or if Harry had simply imagined it. I believe the snake was there because Harry saw it, the snake could have moved without being noticed, and Harry's actions.

“Where’s my shoe?” I asked worried as I was looking down at my feet, being driven to the hospital in an ambulance. Then a paramedic told me, “Don’t worry about your shoe” in a comforting voice, for some reason I was more worried about where my shoe had gone than why I was in an ambulance. I can’t remember what happened afterwards but waking up in a hospital room, with my parents in the room. Then a nurse walked in and told us that I have gotten a seizure, I was about 13 when I had my first seizure. After all that I went home, and it was very late. Later I was diagnosed with Epilepsy. Afterwards I had gotten another two seizures, one was because I wasn’t on medication yet. The other was caused because I missed a whole day of taking my medication.

Then away out in the woods I heard that kind of a sound that a ghost makes when it wants to tell about something that's on its mind and can't make itself understood, and so can't rest easy in its grave, and has to go about that way every night grieving. I got so down-hearted and scared I did wish I had some company. Pretty soon a spider went crawling up my shoulder, and I flipped it off and it lit in the candle; and before I could budge it was all shriveled up. I didn't need anybody to tell me that that was an awful bad sign and would fetch me some bad luck, so I was scared and most