Essay on Personal Narrative: A Valuable Lesson

So, I got lost in the middle of Silverwood in Idaho with my little cousin…

A saying i've kept to myself is to get back up when knocked down. This saying doesn’t just stand for getting up when literally knocked down but can keep a deeper meaning than what it says as for example being knocked down by a difficult obstacle to overcome and getting up to find a way to get past it and achieving it. Some people may not see this as something important but they don’t think about how getting up after knocked down can be something that can or would have been like a positive outcome into their life and how they are given two choices when knocked down which is to stay down or get back up and continue going forward.

A few months into the school year I got some news from my parents that referred to my grandmother. She had an accident in her home that put her in critical condition. At this point my father rose to the occasion and began to watch after my grandmother, his mom. Taking care of my grandmother was not an easy task. She was constantly being moved in-between nursing homes and hospitals. She continuously had unstable vitamin levels and her body and was just in very poor physical condition. My father held on though, he was always by her side making sure she was okay. While my grandmother won’t ever fully recover, she is doing much better. It’s because of my father that she’s still alive today. I lost more of my innocence through all this but at the same time I learned that when things get bad, family takes care of one

After my sister went, it was my dads turn. I realized he had a worried look on his face, which probably was contagious because my sister asked me if I was alright. I then replied with a “No”, I told her about how dad had a back brace on and that's why he refused to take his long sleeved shirt off. As I was telling her this I saw my mom rushing to find her car keys. I then saw Nick, pulling my dad to the shore. I felt a scream cough up my throat. I ran to him and realized his arm looked broken. He was conscious so I knew that he would be fine but I realized that his back may be damaged. Before I could check my mom ran over and told us that we may have to drive him to the closest hospital. I hadn't realized that this may be as serious as she made it sound. So I ran to the car and grabbed a towel to help dry him of. I soon saw my mom and Nick carrying him to the

It took the doctors five months to find my dad’s real diagnostic. He had many doctor appointments, but he still went to work, and my family and I had to keep on living. After school one day, my mom told me my dad needed major surgery on his pancreas. I was very demented because I guess I really did not understand his situation. I thought he would need just a little chemotherapy and he would get superior from there, however I was wrong.

When I was about 8 years old, my little sister Erica was feeling sick. My mother took her to all the hospitals in Georgetown, and Round Rock Texas. They didn't find anything wrong. All the doctors would say it was a stomach bug.

What happened? What led up to this incident? My grandpa’s shoulder and neck area were really bothering him. He had some excruciating pains, so he went in to his doctor’s office and his doctor suggested had planned a surgery in order to fix the problem, but first, he had to go in for some testing just to be positive that everything was what it had seem to be. It wasn't. Gramps ended up having something seriously wrong with his heart. After his testing, they had to come up with a "Plan B.” New surgery date, new doctors, new surgery altogether.

When my Mom and Dad first told me that my Dad was sick I did not think much of it. I was too young, and my Dad was never sick always happy and always up to a tickle fight in his recliner. My Dad was a stay at home dad, he broke his back while working at Georgetown’s steel mill and he had rheumatoid arthritis so to me when my mom said he was sick it was just another doctor’s appointment I would have to go to. Doctors’ appointments weren’t always boring, my favorite was my Dads arthritis specialist she always let me and my brother sit in the break room and it all the nurses snacks. His newest doctor was a little different, I never went and after he was done on Thursdays he would go straight to bed because the medicine made him really tired.

X-rays were taken as well as several tubes of blood to investigate the cause of his pain. Mom and I sat next to Dad with the oncologist three weeks before Christmas.

My eight-year old little brother, Soloman, started to get sick about a week ago. He’s had fevers that my mom can’t get to break, headaches, stiff neck, sour stomach, vomiting, and sometimes even confusion. My mother said she knew what was happening to Soloman and that she would need the help of doctors for him to feel better, but she wasn’t really clear in the beginning of what was going on. My mother took him to the doctors on day two, where they took a vial of blood or something from his lower back, it all happened so quickly that it was hard to pinpoint what the fluid substance was; my mother seemed to be so involved with my little brother that she is answering little to no questions from me. Finally, they started him on some antibiotics—they said that this was supposed to make him feel a lot better in no time. Once the medications had started my mother’s anxiety had finally been put at ease, and she began to answer my questions, I wanted to know what had happened to Soloman. One day we were playing and before I knew it, he was very sick.

On September 27, 2013, I received a text message from my older sister that our dad only had two to three weeks left with us. After battling prostate cancer for about three years – going in and out of the hospitals, back and forth from the Mayo Clinic in Rochester, and having two catheters – the cancer spread into my dad’s liver and lungs. That day, we were picked up after school and went straight to the St. John’s hospital in Maplewood. Learning that day about the short time he had left, everyone was supposed to spend as much time as we could with him. Therefore, my family registered him for Hospice, so that he can stay home and still get all the help he needed, whenever he needed it. Not being able to do so because of school, we had to leave his side.

Then my mom decided we will try one more doctor. So that is what we did and he did like all the other doctor did let’s try this, but one thing he did differently, he referred us to one doctor that may be able to help us with what we needed, which were answers. We ended up trying to see what he had to say which was a very good idea for us to do. He had asked my mom if we have ever had my kidneys check and of course we said “No why would we do that, they told us it can’t be his kidneys.” after many conversation with him he told use to check University of Michigan Hospital. So we scheduled an appointment for University of Michigan Hospital.

Note on Samuel Paul. Received a call from Mr. Paul’s son this morning stating that he Mr. Paul had some intestinal bleeding over the course of the weekend and that he was willing to be admitted for further evaluation at this time. Subsequently I called city Presbyterian hospital and made plans for him to be admitted today. Shortly thereafter I received another call from Mr. Paul’s son stating that Mr. Paul had changed his mind. I contacted Mr. Paul and he stated that on Saturday he had vomited up approximately a pint of blood. On Monday morning, at 3 am, he woke up, had a headache, and thought that he would probably need immediate blood replacement. But now was feeling better and no longer decided to come into the hospital for evaluation; he

All my memories pertaining to my dad’s diagnosis before April 25th were pretty vague. All i remember were my parents running to different appointments, with different doctors at different hospitals. It started with my dad not being able to lift his right hand. Everyone thought it was something small like a pulled muscle. As the pain grew worse, the possible diagnoses got more critical. Hospital questionnaires became brain scans like MRIs and

He was quickly taken to the hospital and several days later my father was diagnosed with a brain tumor and malignant brain cancer.