My Hysterectomy

I slowly entered the room. The man was crying putting his hand on the bed rail. I called him by name. He looked up. I introduced myself as a chaplain and asked if he would like to talk and I am there to listen to his concern. I requested if we could step out for a few

It was nurses that got us through that time with our sanity intact. Nurses checked on my mother—and us—multiple times an hour. They ran tests, updated charts, and changed IVs; they made us laugh, allayed our concerns, and thought about our comfort. The doctors came in every now and then, but the calm dedication of the nurses was what kept us together.

I received the news, that my mother had no chance to live and one doctor, placed his hand on my shoulder and sighed loudly with discomfort. He said,” she is not a candidate for any treatment.” I stormed into the ICU room, and held my mother’s hand; she glared at me, unconsciously. I couldn't help but hold back my emotions, so I could be strong for our family. As my eyes were helplessly filling up with tears, I couldn't help but to look around at the doctors and nurses working diligently, and doing the best they could for my mother. At the moment, I remembered the sacrifices that were made to help my mother and how saving lives was my calling from God. Thankfully, my mother survives but only at a twenty percent ejection

Magnetic Resonance -Guided High-Intensity Focused Ultrasound (MRgHIFU) as Alternate Treatment to Uterine Fibroids in African American Women.

Gurneys carrying patients zoomed past us. As the ER doors swung open, my steps started to slow. I thought back to the day before. There was a semblance of a smile on her face when my family surrounded her bedside. What she did not see, however, was the nervousness, the sense of panic; we did not know if the surgery would be successful. The nurse led us to the blue curtains that divided the ER floor, shifting them aside to reveal my older sister. The one that had to live with my aunt in India because we could not afford the medical expenses here, the one with a condition that left her speechless and motionless, the one I always fail to mention when I get asked “how many siblings do you have” because I am too embarrassed to talk about her, but at that moment I was only filled with joy. She had lived through the surgery, she was going to be

I followed the children to North Carolina, and my husband stayed behind to work on our home. I had to be

Gender identity is the sense one has of being male or female. “Transgender and gender nonconforming (TGNC) people identify with a different gender than their birth gender” (Dickey, Budge, Katz-Wise & Garza, 2016, p. 275). Female to male individuals (FtM) want to have hysterectomies and salpingo-oophorectomies performed for different reasons. A hysterectomy and salpingo-oophorectomy (removal of the uterus, cervix, fallopian tubes and ovaries) is not just desired for gender affirmation, but can serve other purposes as well. FtM can experience embarrassment or discomfort with routine gynecological pap smears and may find it more convenient to have surgery as preventative care. Studies show that in long term testosterone treatment FtM ovaries

In 1996, my brothers and I visited my mom at the hospital. She had a hysterectomy. I immediately notice she was distressed. I asked, what was wrong? She said “that the nurses on her unit were talking about her all night. They talked to each other, she heard them on the phone with family members and they all treated her with such disgust”. I said “mommy, who cares what they have to say!” I can’t explain my anger towards those nurses! My mother felt ashamed, depressed and tired of people talking about her. Well, two days later my mother passed. She never got justice for discrimination for having HIV/AIDS.

After seeing several patients the team finally went in to see my eighty-three year old female who was in the hospital after suffering an ischemic stroke. As always I went in prepared: I had read about ischemic strokes, brushed up on my pathophysiology and was ready to make suggestions about what further work-up would be necessary! Our team, which was made up of a pharmacist, social worker, two geriatric fellows, and an attending geriatrician, all filed into the room as we did every day for rounds. However, instead of talking about the tests that we would run today and the lab results that had returned this morning, we all looked at each other and began to sing “Happy Birthday.” The patient’s face lit up and I remember feeling this overwhelming sense of happiness. Yes, I had arrived at the hospital before the sun was up, and tucked in my white coat was my perfectly crafted plan, which I was prepared to recite chapter and verse, but instead there we were a team of healthcare professionals, all singing. As I stood there singing I looked around the room and I was overcome with relief; because in that moment I knew these were the type of people I wanted to sit with at the lunch

I stormed out of the house at that point, i'm not going to sit there and listen to someone talk down to me and my dreams of what I want to achieve saying i'm not going to succeed. I went for a walk and came across one of my best friends that I have known forever, someone I grew up with, Isabella. I have known Isabella for ten years, she is a beautiful woman with three kids, two boys and one girl. Tall, brunet haired girl,

Father God, guide and cover medical team and staff members with Your Wisdom. We thank You because we know that You will never leave

In my first week of clinical experience, during a well visit, a patient’s wife shared that she was raising her granddaughter. She expressed her frustration that she and her husband were both retired and should be relaxing but instead they were raising a three year old girl. The mother had been killed in a drive by shooting. As well as her frustration, she shared that she was shattered emotionally by her daughter’s death. Again, active listening and empathy was what I felt God wanted for this lady. She was obviously heartbroken and I shared with her what a blessing it was that she was willing to take on such a task after raising her own children. I relied on my own experiences of loss and grief to realize that at times,

In May 2011, I was in the hospital for over a week, due to my physical pain and headaches. Kevin and I both have taken a blow with strep throat as well as we are very tired physically, and with the spiritual battle which always seems to come with Miranda’s physical situation. Eighteen years ago in June, I became pregnant with Miranda. For her entire life, we have looked for answers, fought insurance companies, paid over the top medical bills, fought false theology, fought to find the “truth” medically, and fought to keep her alive. Now, it is time to go and receive the answer and let the healing begin. But, the insurance company kept standing in our way. People can say “the battle belongs to the Lord” which is taken from the Bible. But, I would like to point out: I made the phone calls; I held her in the night; I prayed; I fasted; I went to the doctors; I researched for answers – not to make this about me, but understand my point, which is there was much required of me for Miranda

It is important to understand the urinary, reproductive, and endocrine systems because this is what we deal with in the medical field and these are the basics to understanding what our coworkers will be talking about. It is also important to understand how these body systems relate to medical terms and components of the body because this will allow us to ensure the proper usage of medical terminology. One example of how these skills will help me on the job is if my coworker comes to me and say that someone will be having an abdominal hysterectomy. This is relating to the female reproductive system. So if I am unable to understand that abdomin/o means abdomen and hyster/o means uterus and or womb I would not be able to make the connection that

“Why let them think that their words hurt me?”, just kept repeating in my head and I drank the water and put the pills back where I found them. So whenever I have a really good day I always tell myself that I’m glad I didn’t take those pills that day all those years ago because I wouldn’t have been able to be in that moment I just had I would have been in the ground. Even writing this now makes me feel like I’m setting a part of my personality free for the world to see and that’s honestly a little scary. Even though all this happened and more through High school I’m now in a happy place to where I can finally say that nothing can bother me anymore. All of those things that happened to me that made me who I am today has turned me into someone that can face anything