Life Experience In My Life

Everybody has a mountain to overcome and it's your choice whether you stay stuck in the valley or rise to the peak. An in my life I've had a mountain that not only I have overcome but, learned valuable lessons along the way. The crux of my struggle was the splitting of my parents which put me through some emotional instability. This, in hindsight, was the best for me as well as my parents but being young and selfish I seen it as my world splitting in half.

After this, I forgot about the entire situation because I was too entranced in my own fifth grade problems. But a few months or weeks later, we got a call that she had a brain tumor. Shortly after getting the news, we went to the hospital to go see my extended family. The doctors told the adults what was going on; they told them she had a large brain tumor int the left side of her brain, and the only way to determine if it was cancerous was to surgically remove it. Everyone decided that they would sleep on it, instead of making a quick decision.

Her second day at the hospital was not good. My grandpa, aunt , and me were in the hospital room with her. A nurse had came in and gave my grandmother a shot because they gave her too much medicine. The shot

When I was about 8 years old, my little sister Erica was feeling sick. My mother took her to all the hospitals in Georgetown, and Round Rock Texas. They didn't find anything wrong. All the doctors would say it was a stomach bug.

My mom having Rheumatoid Arthritis was both the best and worse thing to happen to her and I . It brought us closer to the end of it all.

Three weeks prior to the call, my grandma had just been diagnosed with stage 3 throat cancer on top of her already hard diagnosis of MS, otherwise known as multiple sclerosis. She was on so many pills for her MS that barely even helped het that it had taken a bit of convincing to even get her to agree to fight the cancer. She told everyone in the family that she was tired and it didn't help matters that she refused to

It had been two years. Well, I guess you could say it had been ten years, but two years since she started walking with one arm strapped to her chest. Two years since she had trouble walking down the stairs, but would rather struggle to prop herself up with her one strong arm rather than lose her autonomy and ask for help. Two years of one doctor visit after another. It was becoming an absurd routine. One doctor recommending another to the point that the aim for each visit was to figure out where the next appointment would be made. I admired the fact that my mother would always work around her busy work schedule to accompany her to each and every visit just to hold her hand through her diagnosis. Of course, the first

My mother was acting like a psycho by repetitively calling my grandma to get a second opinion. Although my mom was a nurse, she feared that she may have been exaggerating my injury just because she was also a scared mother. After meeting my grandma, who was also a nurse, half way to the Emergency Room, she also decided that the hospital was the best option for me. After they both came to the same conclusion, we began to finish our ride to the hospital. I remember being more tired than I had ever experienced; the only thing keeping me awake was my brother panicking to my mother because my eyes were not staying open. She just kept repeating, “Stay up Gaby” in revised ways. Somehow their constant yelling during the car ride there kept me awake until we got to the

It was around two in the morning and my throat started to close I was streaking in pain. I called my mom because she was at work and I told her to take me to the hospital. She rushed home right away. She ran around the house so fast trying to get everything I needed to go to the hospital that my head started to spin.

She made me once again re-explain what had happened. After I had explained the story, she was feeling around where the pain was. Every touch felt like a gunshot hitting my shoulder. I was in so much pain that the nurse gave me a popsicle. She thought the popsicle may calm me down a little bit, her thought wrong. She called my mom to come pick me up and bring me to the doctor. It felt my mom took like a day to get to school, she quickly brought me to the car and rushed me to the

In 1983, my mother was diagnosed with a brain tumor which placed tremendous pressure on her brain causing her to have migraines, She used to always take aspirins and a beer to help her feel better, after working I the daily regiment. I don’t remember my mother going to the hospital, or people sitting down to say that my mother was having a very serious procedure to correct her bad headaches or she could possibly die. Somehow, I retained the information concerning my mother's conditions, that she would often need to take heavy sedatives to release the pressure on her brain. I do recall mother laying a towel over her eyes when she was having an episode as a children I was not told that she had a tumor. Since there were only two siblings, I was the youngest, of which my mother spoiled me, we had a close relationship. My father left my mother shortly after I was born in 1973. I loved my life and I loved my mother, she was the best. We never had family meetings, so the whole idea of mother staying in the hospital for weeks and then returning from the hospital frighten me. I was to greet my mother at the door as her beloved child,

Almost a year ago, August 2016 was one of the most exciting times of My life. I was a recent high school graduate and that past March I had been accepted into the Faculty of Education at the UoW in Manitoba. So, august was a busy month for me, basically everyday I hung out with my friends watched every single YouTube video related to college, and began packing up my room for the move from Dartmouth NS to Winnipeg MB. I had previously already picked my courses for the 2016/1017 year and now I was looking up textbooks and looking up my professors on rate my professor .com, highly recommend. my whole senior year of HS I was so excited to be moving and taking this new ‘chapter in my life. September couldn’t come fast enough. The end of august came and I had packed up and left my home, and my family. The journey to Winnipeg was thrilling and tiring, but I landed safely and I walked out to my auntie Robyn waiting for me, she had come with her sister, my Auntie Leslie (more on her later *eye roll emoji*) they helped me load the truck and off we were to see my new home, well my room. I was about to begin my dorm life, in Lions Manor floor 4. My aunts helped me unpack something’s, but later left me to settle. Which was fine by me, I was so excited to make this room mine. I had posters and pictures and cute bedding. It only took me the rest of the week to fully unpack and mesh with how small my room was.

I once stumbled across an anonymous quote that said, “Never forget where you come from, but strive for a place you have never been.” As I contemplated the statement’s significance, I was struck by the realization that I cannot point to one place or time in my life to find where I’m from. In the last twenty years of my life, I have lived on both the east and west coast of the United States, and shifted between all sorts of communities across the socio-economic and cultural spectrum. It is through my experiences in these places that I have learned to find strength in my loved ones, have confidence in myself, and look towards the future with anticipation.

"Take a moment to think of just flexibility, love, and trust," has been my mantra for this whole senior year. It’s something I try to think about when I decide anything important in my life. Rather it’s setting goals for myself, procuring different interests, or choosing in right college, thinking about flexibility, love, and trust is how I try to keep my mind straight for the next couple of years.

As I walked to my cold seat at my desk, I stared at the teacher who was lecturing us, I was in a trance of wandering thoughts.Had this reverse in my life's polarity really benefited me? I noted it to be a mixed blessing. Why had God put me in this funny position anyway? I sometimes felt so alone in what I was going through. My classmates just can't understand what's been going through my life.To them my change in character meant very little or practically nothing. I have already felt completely isolated once in my life.