My Life With My Father Had A Stroke

They had told my parent that a few of my red blood cells had a malfunction they started to break down. They had told my parents that I had something called sickle cell which is a group of disorders that cause red blood cells to become misshapen and break down. I never really understood what that meant but I just knew that I had a weak heart and that I never really played gym in school because they said I had “Limitations.” I never really knew what it meant but I just went along with it. A year later on March 11, 2008 I was back in the hospital because I needed surgery on my heart. I remember waking up after surgery and seeing my mom crying and asking my dad if I was going to die. I never really thought that was a possibility but I just pushed it to the back of my mind so I wouldn’t think about it. But turned out dieing was a possibility but I didn’t die, but the doctor told me that I could never be on a sports team and I could never play gym. I never really took it to the heart because I was only five I told myself that it was not the end of the world. That all changed a few months later and I was 6 now and it was a nice day on October 23 2008 and I was at the park with my dad and my older brother and they started to play baseball while I watched. After watching them play for a while I wanted to play so my dad pulled out a softball and a glove and I started to play on my own. I sucked at first but after a while I was really good. I remember on the same day I asked my dad if I could play on a team but she said no because of my “limitations.” Later that day I asked my mom and she took to play on a rec center team even though I wasn’t allowed and that's how it all started. And know I have played softball ever since and my

About 4 years ago I woke up to get ready for school and I could tell something was seriously wrong.Little did i know my grandfather was dying. My mom had tears in her eyes and I really did not think anything about it. And what was really weird was my dad was gone. I got in my moms car with all my stuff, ready for

On page 180 Gogol remembers how when his grandparents died he had not understood his parents grief and was annoyed by their rituals. When my own grandparents had died I didn’t share my parents feelings of sorrow. I had only met them once in my life and even hen for around a month. I was very young when we had met and I wasn’t that close with them. Those people from my parents home country pass on and my life remains unaffected. It is so strange how we can know someone without really knowing them and the thought that I will someday have to deal with the same emotions frightens me slightly. Gogol also goes through this as he is deeply affected by his father's death. In this day and age where we are so reliant on technology we don’t cherish life as much as we should. Nott just our own lives but others. Afterall we only miss something once it’s gone.

I once read a book about a guy who believes that everyone gets a tragedy at some point in their life. I never thought this could be true, because some people have great lives, and even if they do not how would they decide what the single hardest moment was? Recently my father passed away, and I realized you do not get to decide, you just know. This had been the hardest point in my life, however, the same book taught me that good things can come out of any bad experience if you look for them. Before I could see that I had to deal with many things, such as realizing he was really gone, going to his funeral, and going back to school. I also had to cope with the fact that I would never have the chance to change the relationship I

In spring of 2002, my father-n-law had a stroke. At the time, we were not sure if he would survive the incident, however, in hindsight, it may have been better that he did not, but he did and the aftermath was a hard consequence.

We got in my dad’s truck and headed to our house. I still remember this like the day was yesterday my dad turned to me and my brother and said “I hope you boys never have to experience anything like this ever again In your life’s.” We got back to our house and it was perfectly fine. A tree fell across the road which would become our tree house for weeks to come. There was no power what so ever so at night there was no air or lights. My dad pulled a mattress into the living room and me, mom, and my brother laid on it and my dad would sit up all night basically fanning us with a huge piece of card

At the beginning of my freshman year my great grandmother had a stroke while at home. This stroke left her unable to walk, talk or eat on her own. After recovering in the hospital

When I was younger my grandmother fell into a coma after her surgery. This was an unexpected situation because the doctor told our family that the surgery would be fine and she would come out alive. Next thing I know, we got a phone call from my uncle that my grandma was in critical condition. The doctor told us something went wrong during the surgery and my grandmother became a vegetable. When I went to visit and saw her on the bed, I was devastated. I was so young and I felt completely helpless. I wanted to do something, but I did not know what I could have done because I was only her grandchild. At that time, my mind was blank, but I was still observing the hospital settings. I saw numerous nurses walking around, monitoring and

Everyone has experienced a difficult time in their lives either by making a difficult desition or by experiencing something. My most difficult experience was when my father was having brain procedure done to fix an arteriovenous malformation or is also known by AVM (malformation of arteries and veins). It all started in the summer of 2016 my dad suffer a stroke. He dad was home alone, and knew that something was not right, he was able to dial the first contact on his phone, it so happen to be my sister and, was able to tell her that something was wrong, as she rush over across town to check on my dad she found him on the couch not being able to move his left extremities. She rushed him to the nearest hospital, after running many tests they found he had a hemorrhagic

Reality set in at this moment and I raced over to my brother and embraced him to let him know everything was ok. He looked up at me and asked me if dad was going to die. I remember fighting back my tears and telling him that our daddy was super strong like a superhero and that he was going to be just fine. After a distressing three hours passed I was finally allowed to go back and see my dad. He was lying in a bed almost lifeless. At that moment, they did not know if he was going to have brain damage or if he was going to live through the night. He was covered from head to toe in blood, cuts, and bruises. I could overhear my mom yelling at a nurse at the station asking why they weren’t doing surgery or helping my dad. The nurse asked her to calm down and explained that the head injury my dad suffered from being thrown into a metal telephone pole was extensive and the doctor was examining the x-rays before they could do

My grandpa lived a long prosperous life up until the last couple months of his life. One evening we were out and about heading to dinner with my parents and grandparents. We all sat down, ordered our food, and my grandpa was telling a story about his truck driving days. During his story we realized that the left side of his face wasn't matching the facial expressions on the right side. My mom was extremely worried, so we rushed to the nearest hospital. Hours of waiting in the lobby they came out and told us that he had a pretty bad stroke. The doctors told us our options; they stressed that surgery would be the best option. This surgery consisted of drilling into his skull to release the pressure in this brain. My grandpa made it out of surgery

When I turned 11-years-old my whole childhood began to change my life went from being perfect to everything but perfect. One day I came home to hear the news my father, my best friend; my hero was diagnosed with stage 3 colon cancer. Not knowing the struggle my family was about to take on I just began to cry. I had a million things running through my head what’s going to happen? Will everything be okay? Why him? What is going to happen? With all these things rushing through my head all I could do was cry not knowing this was least worse to come.

Growing up in a home with both my parents, I was fortunate to be able to spend a lot of quality time with my father. We used to go out together and play soccer, baseball, and ride bikes. I remember we used to play a lot of old school video games and my mother would get pretty upset at the hours we spent playing and not doing anything productive. In my point of view, our relationship was perfect; our bond was strong like any father and son. I was only four years old when my world was turned upside down. My life changed the day that my mom and my dad separated, I felt alone. The process of a divorce was too much for a child that age to handle; it was a hard time for me. Although I had no father figure for about 12 years because my dad moved

For the first 7 years of my life, I was a happy child who enjoyed the companionship of friends and had no worries. Then, on one Thanksgiving day, while I was sleeping, that all changed when I woke up to my mom screaming and crying. I wasn't sure what was happening, so I went to see what was going on. I went into the kitchen and saw my mom sobbing while kneeling over my grandfather. My grandfather had a massive heart attack which he passed away moments later. After that day life has never been the same for me and my family.

In the spring of my sophomore year in high school, my grandfather died. At the time, I was investing the majority of my time preparing for the CAHSEE and various other important presentations. I came as a shock when, in the middle of the night around three in the morning, we received a call and my father rushes our family to a hospital. When we learned that my grandfather had a heart attack, was comatose, and only being kept alive by life support, we were distraught. The doctor in charge explained the situation and told us that it was unlikely he would wake up. It was decided that it was time to let him pass on. Prior to that, we were given time to say final farewells. I watched as my cousins and sibling went forward to reassure our grandfather that they would be happy with life and that they would make him proud. After that, we left. The next month involved funeral services and the like. It was after the funeral that I began to take notice of quite a few issues I had.