My Mom Essay

The comparisons--North vs. South, city vs. country, technology vs. nature--are numerous and have been well documented in 20th century literature. Progress contrasts sharply with rooted cultural beliefs and practices. Personalities and mentalities about life, power and change differ considerably between worlds... worlds that supposed-intellectuals from the West would classify as "modern" and "backwards," respectively. When these two worlds collide, the differences--and the danger--rise significantly. This discrepancy between the old and the new is one of the principal themes of Gloria Naylor's Mama Day. The interplay between George, Ophelia and Mama Day shows the discrepancies between a "modern" style of thinking and one born of

During her career as a pediatric nurse, she became very connected with a patient who happened to be her first death encounter. At the time, the patient was a six-year-old boy who was diagnosed with leukemia. ML said: "When I was caring for this patient, I was a mother myself. Seeing that boy and his family suffer gave me so much heartache… it was hard not to make it personal." The more she worked with this child, she observed the pain and suffering him and his family had to go through. She also learned about him and the family dynamics which enabled ML to help the patient and the family become well involved in understanding one another and guide care towards an agreement that everyone was satisfied with. As I reached for the tissue box to hand it to her, I rephrased the story to confirm the understanding of the story. She nodded and continued on talking about things she has done for the patient. Being a mother and a nurse, she believed in providing this child with what a healthy boy would be doing at his age. ML's strategies involved promoting short physical activities, playing games, and encouraging the parents to participate in such activities if possible; ML wanted to provide a lighter atmosphere around the unit and help the patient disregard the diagnosis even if it was just for a little while. Over the past few months, she continued to assist this patient as his

Cancer is a vicious killer, one that, in this case, has no cure. My family realized the truth to that statement after a few months of my mother’s chemotherapy, when she became the victim to this killer. Patricia Kay was one of the strongest people I will ever have the pleasure of knowing. Her faith made her a lighthouse for any who traveled near her and a guide for those who felt lost or without hope. Perhaps some of her faith transferred to me, and is the soil from which I have sprouted.

According to “Dictionary.com” Hilarious means “extremely funny”, that’s pretty much what my mom is, extremely funny.My Mom is thirty years old is still cracking the family up. My Mom doesn’t look like the most serious person, and she isn’t. My Mom is hilarious because not only will she ever look at a grassy hill the same way, but can also give a nickname to a dog in the nick of time, and finally she can be pretty obnoxious in front of her kids.

As I approach a small dimly-lit room in the acute unit where a frail woman lies asleep, I see her family gather closely by the hissing air conditioner, awaiting news. With rampant renal failure, infection, and a brain tumor, her health is in rapid decline. Amidst the tears, my mentor Dr. En Ming Lai mutters, “There is nothing more we can do but to make her comfortable.” My heart sinks. Her son, who looked around my age, glances over to his mother with an agonizing expression. Stricken at a young age, his mother eerily reminds me of my own. As much as I yearned to help them, with my obvious lack of medical training, there was nothing I can do. Death can be unpredictable at times, but in this moment, I knew my fervor to heal solidified my pursuit

Every year we made the six-hour car ride to Ft. Wayne, Indiana to visit my dad’s sister. During car rides I was always the navigator, therefore I spent many hours talking to my dad, while the rest of the family slept or watched movies. I remember on more than one car ride my dad telling me that this time may be the last trip my aunt was alive for. It was always a shock to my young, innocent mind how much damage the cancer had done to my aunt since that last time we were in Indiana. From a full figured woman to the body of a skeleton. From a strong woman able to run after her youngest son to a mom using a walker, and the assistance of her daughter, to get to the sink. From talking and laughing with her older siblings to barley being bale to make it out of bed. It is hard for me to forget the memory of my dad helping his baby sister around the kitchen of her house. She could barley walk even when using a walker. My dad didn’t help her out of obligation, but out of love. A love cancer can’t steel. Cancer cannot steel my cousin’s love for their mom or my dad’s hope that she would beat the

My mother has always been notorious for assisting members of the community. Even though we had a limited amount of money she would lend a hand in any way she was able. My mother is one of the most selfless individuals I have had the pleasure of encountering.

In the years following his impressive film debut for I Killed My Mother (09) at the age of only nineteen, Xavier Dolan (French-Canadian actor, director, screenwriter, editor, costume designer and producer) has withheld his space in the limelight. Between Heartbeats, Laurence Anyways, and Tom at the Farm, Dolan, now 27, returned to the big screen again with the release of Mommy in 2014.

My parents have always been very caring and reassuring. They pushed me to be where I am today. They are my allies. They significantly helped me get through many tough times at school. I was doing well with most of the subjects but there was one that I definitely was not fond of: math. I did not hate math; in fact, I enjoyed math. I simply did not like that I was not doing well in it. I often had trouble using the information I learned in class to solve equations on the homework. I was also the kind of person to rush through many of the problems that I thought I knew how to do, resulting in silly mistakes. I was getting stressed out about my grades and lost hope in being the all A’s student my parents were encouraging me to be. Getting into

I was overwhelmed with helplessness witnessing my mom’s five-year battle. Cancer is a terrifying reality: the exhaustion from a daily activity, the emotional and financial toll of medical treatments, to the physical destruction of my mom’s body. The loss of her health provoked my desperate bargains in prayer: “Can I be sick for a while for her to feel better now?” I didn’t know how I could help, but I asked, researched, and learned simple ways to provide comfort. After many surgeries and oncology treatments, we would finally hear the words: her cancer was in remission; but, my motivations for a future in medicine were just beginning.

My grandma has alzheimer's so, she can’t remember anything that happened earlier that day or 5 minutes ago. I know that I can’t get mad at her when she doesn't remember things I just told her. I know that she will remember things about music or some things when she was a child. So, I know some things she won’t remember what I did sometimes.

Every day was a struggle. Every morning, every night. Every second I would ask myself one single question would my grandpa be alright? It all started with our annual trip to California. Every summer, my family and I take a trip to Sacramento to spend time with my grandparents. We always have a good time and I can’t imagine doing anything else during my summer. Eating out, watching movies, and spending quality time with Simran and my grandparents, is overall, without a doubt, my favorite thing to do. I’ve always had a certain connection to my grandpa, or as I used to call him, my nana. I can’t explain why, but my grandpa was the shoulder I would cry on. He was the one person I could rely on to always be there, because he always was. I knew I could count on him.

My mother died four years ago from an asthma attack and not a day goes by that I don’t miss her! Initially, when I found out that she passed away; I was 15 years old at the time. As a result, I knew my whole life was about to change; I would have a void in my heart forever. Furthermore, losing my mother would change my perspective of the world, especially at such a young age. Although, it’s hard to describe the pain that I felt, I can still remember her inner and outer beauty. For example, she fed me and sacrificed sufficient sleep on my behalf. Also, I was very proud of my mother for going back to school to get her diploma. In my eyes, this made her a hero because of the obstacles that she had to overcome as an adult. To illustrate this point, she got pregnant during her senior year and had to drop out. However, being the strong, determined person that she was, she went back to school when my brother was six months old and earned her GED.

So, even from my birth, my life is already pretty messed up. I mean my mom had me at 16 with a guy who pressured her into sex. A “man” who also mentally abused her. My mom was living who knows where at the time, and she was b r o k e. Like, she was literally living off of my gramma and grandpa. All of my baby stuff came from help centers or my grandparents buying it due to my mother's manipulation. My dad left when I was 2 weeks. Apparently he said to my mom, “it’s me or her.” My mom chose me, very unwisely. Anyway, throughout my infant/baby/toddler years, my mom, and then my mom, sister, what ever boyfriend she had at the time, and I were always moving. Always struggling. Money wise,

“ A minor setback is an exquisite set up for a major come back, remember that.” --Voire. Throughout high school, I have learned that you will deal with uncomfortable, sticky situations; but with that being said, you also need to try and overcome those situations. Life will throw wild things your way, and it is your decision whether you grab it or let it hit you in the gut. That is why I believe my mother would be the best choice as to a guide through high school.