Everything’s happening so rapidly, a month ago, my dad was fresh out of neck surgery, incredibly improved and feeling better than he had in at least a decade. Then suddenly one morning… Bam! I heard my mother shouting my father’s name, it took a moment to realize the urgency in her voice. I ran to my older brother’s room, yelling at him to get up and go see what is going on. I was instructed to remain downstairs while my older brother called 911. My brothers and I waited anxiously in my bedroom waiting to hear something, anything, from an adult. The paramedics took forever to arrive. Having collapsed, my father was rushed to the hospital, soon to be airlifted to another. No one explained what the problem might be, but told us to “hold on” and to “be strong”. I barely had a chance to say goodbye to him, for he was gone within 48 hours, never regaining consciousness. My mind is still processing what happened when I was just 15 years old. While my mom was deployed to Afghanistan for six months, I had to get used to living with only my dad around. Now, I must learn how to live without him…Permanently… “What will I do when I must return to school?”, “How will I confront my friends, while fighting all the tears and heartbreak?” All of these thoughts circulated through my imagination during the days leading up to my arrival back into the outside world. Truly concerned that it would be difficult to find my way for a long while, my mind begins to wander. There to take me to
Seven years earlier, I migrated to Hawaii when I was twenty-three. I had flown away from my mother and my life in the Philippines. Like young adults and being rebellious, I wanted to live on my own away from my mother 's roof. I left the city life I grew up with in the Philippines in hope of a better life in another country.
They (my family and doctors), for the first night, weren’t sure if I would make it or not. I was touch and go, because my oxygen level couldn’t be stabilized. I would be on oxygen and my level would be normal, but as soon as they took me off, my level would fall again. However, they had to stabilize me before they could do any kind of surgery. During this time, I think my dad as well as everyone involved got a taste of what it means that any moment, any day could be anyone’s final moment. My dad stayed every night with me. The first night, my heart quit beating twice. The first time, my dad said, “She’s a fighter, she can get through this.”. Then it happened again and my dad fell on his knees saying, “God, please don’t take her now!”. I ended up practically living in SICU for 3½ weeks, just trying to become stable enough, so I could make it somewhere else. Both my mom and dad had to become durable power of attorneys, so they could decide what my treatments would
The doctors could not save him. My heart ached, and I wanted to run away instead of facing the cruel reality that my dad was not going to walk out of this hospital today or ever again. I cried hopeless tears as my mom slowly carried me to the far corner of the hospital where my dad had been placed by doctors hours before. When we reached the doorway to his room, I froze with hatred and anger. I could not comprehend why the doctors had no power or ability to fix the situation. I felt helpless and did not want to go inside the room where my dad was being held captive by countless wires and machines. However, I crawled onto the foot of the bed and held my dad’s legs as he continued taking shallow breaths. Ultimately, that is where I remained until a nurse came in several hours later to confirm he had passed
Yelling from the top of my lungs at the bottom of the staircase, demanding breakfast and the control to turn on my favorite morning cartoon, everything seemed to be normal. However, the world as I once knew it quickly took a turn for the worse. You see, being the youngest of five, I quickly learned that a quiet house isn’t a normal house. Therefore, as I huffed and puffed up the stairs, snarling because everyone was still nestled in their beds, something quickly caught my eye. My brother, Craig was on the floor rolling back and forth in agonizing pain, he was barely able to make a call for help. Suddenly, my parents were awakened from my screaming and they quickly called 9-1-1. Seconds turned into minutes, minutes turned into hours, and hours turned into days. It seemed like my family was crumbling before my eyes. Suddenly, as I began to lose hope, I looked out of my bedroom window to see my dad carrying my brother in his arms up the driveway. My heart sunk into my stomach because I always saw my brother as a strong, self-sufficient teenager who never accepted help from anyone. Eager to know what happened, my parents sat my three older siblings and myself on the couch and told us the news: Craig has Cancer. Cancer. That’s all I heard. That one word had the ability to weaken the mold that once held my family together for so many years. My family became frantic and then gradually we began to forget how
Everyone says it all happens for a reason but I struggled to understand this for years after. I tried to find things to blame it on such as his poor health habits like smoking and fast food. Though those factors did play a role in it, he was only forty nine and I had known those who lived in their eighties with the same habits. I didn’t know how to accept the cards that were dealt to my family and I.
The smell of a dirty old medical facility mixed with the constant noise of beeping coming from throughout the hospital created a very depressing atmosphere. The nurse then led us to the room dad was in. While we were there, the nurse talked for what seemed like 3 years, but I couldn’t stop gazing at my father. He looked like he had gotten in a fight with an angry stray cat! He had cuts on his face and arms, scratches on his leg, and his head was covered in a huge bruise that spanned from his left eyebrow passed his hairline. He had an IV hooked up to his wrist and an oxygen tube set up to his nostrils. I had never seen him like this before. I couldn’t express how I felt into words. I felt the tears forming back in my eye again, but this time I didn’t hold anything back. My eyes were waterfalls streaming down my expressionless red face.
So this is my life, some say my name should’ve changed but I think not. My mother as a little girl was named Djeserit and in turn I had gotten Isis. When I was born, life was different as my mother and father were Egyptians, so in turn, I was Egyptian but we were royals, so we were the rulers of Egypt. We could have anything we could imagine, it was nice and fantabulous.
I stepped into my host on a Thursday, slipped into the cracks of her insecurities and nested in the place where her pride once was. I flipped and destroyed her home, smashed the windows that looked out onto her beautiful garden and barricaded the doors. I wasn 't being evicted, not this time.
I wake up thinking I am in our old house in the countryside. The sun streams through the window across the rolling hills, and a calm wind blows on my face. Soon the day will begin . . . another long day of weaving cloth.
I yawn and arch my back in a big stretch. I could see my breath in the air. It would be getting colder from now on. I take a look around the small hut we call home.
“Sweetheart? Could you possibly not glare at Joanie like that?” My father asked cautiously in the middle of dinner. I hadn’t even noticed that I was doing it, it just became a habit after awhile. I looked down at my plate, still full with spaghetti crowding around my small portion of meatballs. Not that I was going to eat any of it. Usually, I would have finished it all by now, but that was before my mother’s spaghetti recipe had been contaminated by Joanie’s attempt to recreate it. Though it had been my father’s idea, I don’t know what he was thinking. Like an overcooked imposter of my favorite dish would immediately make me like Joanie. As if spaghetti would make me warm up to the idea of having her as my stepmother.
“Nico! Nico!” my mom, Lutex, shouted while aggressively shaking me, “Wake up our ride is here.” I looked at the clock and stared at it for a long time, it read: 4:30 am. I moaned in despair and remembered that we were flying to our cousin’s house today. I still thought it was unfair that my sisters and I had to go to our cousin’s while our parents went to Las Vegas. I got my mind off of it and raced to the bathroom. After using the bathroom I washed my face and brushed my teeth, I got out and my sisters were waiting behind the door. I crept out and heard a honk. This was not the honk you’d hear from a duck, but a car. I got dressed into sweats and a shirt, fixed my shoelaces and stepped outside. Surprisingly, my parents and sisters were already situated with our suitcases.
After a few days in the hospital my father was discharged and I’ve never seen a bigger smile on his face to go back to his house, with his walker we got out of the jeep and step by step we made into the house, welcomed home to all of family immediate and extended he sat in his chair ate a bite of rice and chicken, watched TV and talked to his eldest son, “ It’s time for you to get some rest Tommie” my mother spoke, so with his walker he got up and step by step we took to his room. What would take a short distance that my father took many times now seemed like a marathon to him, what was once joy on his face turned into low spirits, midway through he stopped and cried and said he couldn’t do it as if he was defeated, with the whole family to his aid we got him to his destination sat him on the bad and my brother Christian said with affirmation “ Dad you are
I took my nails and dug into my head. I scratched and scratched and hot tears rolled down my face. It was as if there were a thousand needles being pierced into my skull. My room was dark aside from the TV playing in the background. I couldn’t focus and I started to get dizzy. Was I really going to die? Would I not wake up the next morning? Was this really what I wanted?
Most nights, I would quickly and effortlessly fall asleep after a good meal and shower, but for some reason I found it very difficult to sleep this night. I tossed and turned part of the night and at other times lying there staring at the ceilings. Although I was sleepless, I was aware that I wanted a change in my life. I wasn’t quite sure what it was, I just knew that a change in scenery and lifestyle would be great for me now.