Narrative Essay On Bilirubins

“Wait for me,”I said dashing towards my best friend, Megan and her mom, crunching all the leaves beneath my feet and trying to catch my breath.I will admit that Halloween is phenomenal but do you know what the best part is? Trick-or-treating.Ever since I came to know about Trick-or-Treating, I want to do it since it is my first time.Not only do I like Trick-or-treating because you get to have a lot of candy but also because it is a reunion of my friends and me, the cold weather gives me chills, and I get to see a lot of scary and beautifully decorated houses even some with fake graves.

I woke up the next morning not remembering what happened the day before. I forgot where I was, who I was with and why I was here. I got up from my new bed, went into the bathroom and took a shower. Immediately after I got out, I hear “Elizabeth get down here now!” being screamed from the kitchen. I had no idea why I was being screamed at so I quickly got dressed, brushed my long blonde hair that went down to my waist to avoid knots in my hair, and ran downstairs, not wanting to upset my new foster parents. Walking into the kitchen, I see everyone in the family eating at the table, assuming I was the last person

It was another day going to Doylestown Hospital. I walked into the gastroenterologist’s waiting room with my mother. It was like any other waiting room, cramped with tired patients, uncomfortable seats, and tattered old Reader’s Digest magazines that just appeared to be there to take up space since no one ever seemed to read them. After a while a friendly looking nurse brought me back the gastroenterologist’s office. I sat in my seat anxiously waiting to see my doctor and hear the results of my liver biopsy, hoping the results would be better than the ones from my upper endoscopy. He then entered the room and took a seat in front of me at his desk, wearing the usual friendly yet at the same time impersonal look on his features.

Finally, my hunger gets the best of me and I get up, I had skipped dinner after all. Walking the few feet it takes to get to the pantry, I glance out the garage door. I don’t see the dazzling lights that glow under my sister’s praise or the jaw-dropping colors my mom crows about or the fantastic feast my grandmother makes. Confused, I turn the knob of the door. My mind thinks back to Lola, all alone on the guest bathroom floor, but quickly surpasses it knowing I’ll only be a few seconds. I creep out, knowing if my family saw I had come out they’d think I had changed my mind about the holiday and beg me to stay out. Tip-Toeing around my mother’s crimson car, I look in the driveway. There, I see my grandfather wobbling down to the road to set what was the biggest firework I had ever

It was 2011. I had recently turned eight and was just starting to create meaningful relationships with the people around me, but all of that was ripped away from me on Halloween Night. It was a mostly clear day. Light winds and lots of sun.You could almost smell the happiness in the air. I was an innocent puppy, seeking sweets not thinking about the future at all. Sadly, that didn’t last long. Immediately after

Claire and I had just come home after tennis practice. When we walked into our apartment we saw that our mom had made a huge fancy meal for us, and I had a small feeling that something was up. My mom looked at me with eyes that looked somehow guilty, but everything seemed fine I guess. After we finished eating we were very tired, so Claire and I went to our separate rooms. Not long after laying down, my dad came in and told me we needed to talk about something. He wanted to talk to me and Claire separately, so we walked downstairs to a private community room in our apartment. He had never done this before and I didn’t know what was wrong, so my heart began pounding loudly in my chest. When I sat down and he told me the news, the pounding stopped. My heart sank. He said that our family couldn’t afford to go to Cathedral anymore, so my sister and I would have to switch schools and attend Sartell High School that year. I walked upstairs slowly afterwards and fell on the floor in my room. I stared at the ceiling waiting for Claire to be told. I don’t think I really believed what my father said to me at the time. I tried not to think. I just

I remember standing in the emergency room staring at the ugly neutral colored walls; the bright fluorescent lights shining down on me like a spotlight. I remember the clean sterile smell of antiseptic and the noises that surrounded me; the buzzing and beeping of the machines and monitors meant to help people, the constant stream of announcements, and people talking on the phone. I remember the hurried rush of everyone around me, the nurses and doctors and frantic family members. I remember standing there feeling completely empty, this couldn’t really be happening t, it was the most exciting time of the year for a 16 year old-or anyone in that case-it was Christmas Eve.

Halloween came, and just as I expected the streets of my neighborhood were filled with festivities, laughing children, and mischievous teenagers. I asked my father if I could go out and of course because of the religious holy day my father told me “no you can’t go party, I’ll let you take your baby sisters trick-or-treating before sunset. But you have to be back.” So, in compliance with the instruction of my father I took my sisters out and returned during sundown, and fell asleep.

On the eve of my fifth birthday, my mother was rushed to the hospital for an emergency C-section. On this night, my sister was born two and a half months premature with a gastrointestinal blockage that sent her straight to the operating room and kept her in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit for over three months. Unfortunately, I only had the opportunity to visit my sister a handful of times; my parents adamantly claimed the hospital was "no place for kids". The fact that the hospital was off-limits to me peaked my curiosity about what transpired behind the closed doors. I yearned to understand the roles the doctors and nurses played in helping my sister come home. I also longed to see my parents smile and converse in their usual, carefree manner. These months were extremely difficult, as I struggled to grasp the rich complexity of the situation. At a tender age, I was exposed to the frailty of life and the stresses of illness on a family. Moreover, I developed a reverence for the physicians who enabled my sister to come home and live a normal, healthy life.

I didn’t know about Halloween a lot before I came to high school maybe because it was a festival from Western countries. At least, my family never celebrate Halloween. I could remember that things I knew about Halloween before was from the my middle school English book which talked about nothing more than costumes, pumpkins and candies. After attending in the first Halloween celebration in high school, I got to know more about the tradition in Halloween. Until now, I still remember the first Halloween in AP center. Promoted by nervousness and excitement, I searched a lot about how people dressed up on Halloween and I finally chose to dress as a vampire. I did something traditional such as carving a jack-o-lantern, having costume competition

Once I had the blood transfusion the doctors thought I was good to go and I would recover soon. However, that wasn’t the case. Unlike my brother, I wasn’t able to go home after one month after being born, I had to stay in the hospital for another three months. The doctors told my parents that I was the “party baby” of the newborns. What they meant by that was I had many complications throughout the night that they didn’t think I would survive. Therefore, all the doctors had given me the nickname “miracle baby.” When I came home for the first time on October 8th, I was still on oxygen. My parents had a big tank in the hallway, my oxygen was portable but was connected to the big tank. When I would eat I would choke and the food would come through my oxygen tubes. My parents then had to pull them out of my nose and rip the tap off of my face to clean them quickly so they could put the oxygen back on me. Every time that would happen, my mother would pray the Hail Mary. I had a physical therapist and an occupational therapist come each week. The occupational therapist came twice a week and the physical therapist came three times a week. The occupational therapist worked on my sensory

It was Friday morning the day before Halloween. When I woke up I could smell bacon and eggs all the way for the kitchen. Momma said” eat up we are moving in to the house today”. So I sat on the couch and watched the news and huge text popped up saying” WARRING DO NOT GO OUTSIDETHE MASKED MAN AKA ARRON GOT OUT GOT PRISON” it repeated” WARRING DO NOT GO OUT SIDE ARRON HAS GOT OUT THERE WILL BE NO HALLOWEEN”. I didn’t think to tell momma that because I forgot about it.

“We’re gonna run some blood tests and update you in two days,” said the doctor as he left my quarantine room. I threw up in a bucket right after. The following hours were the loneliest, most miserable in my life.

It was May 17th, 2011, it was a normal school day when my brother and I were told that my mom called to say that she was picking us up early. I was anxious, wondering why we were going home early and breaking our usual routine. When my mom came to get us, the first thing that I noticed was that she didn’t greet us with her usual smile. I was 9 years old, very observant, but not able to sense what was to come. We got into the car, when I asked my mom where we were going hoping

Let me catch you up. You see what happened was that I was going trick or treating with my younger brother and dressed up to trick or treat, we stepped out of the house. The air had smelled of delicious candy. It was cold, even for the end of October, it felt as if all the heat had been drained away into the earth. Thinking nothing about it and chattering excitably, we made our way down the sidewalk, when one lamppost went out. Then two blinked out, then three, until the only light in the entire street was the gentle yellow flicker from within the garish jack-o-lanterns and the one at the Emerald Forest Cemetery. We looked at the jack-o-lantern next to us. There was a black cat on it. The black cat had glowing eyes and was sitting on the large orange pumpkin which was surrounded by dead yellow sunflowers. It smelled of foul odors and fish. The cat had made a horrible noise, but I payed no attention to it. Then we looked over at the Emerald Forest Cemetery. There were a lot of rumors about that cemetery, the most famous of them about a boy that went in there and never came back. No kid ever went into Emerald Forest Cemetery.