Personal Narrative Essay : Growing Up With My Sick Sister

Parents spending the majority of their time with a sick child, often leave their other children to take care of themselves.Parents can tend to focus entirely on one child when the others are in need. In the book, My Sister’s Keeper, by Jodi Picoult, a family goes through something many people couldn't even imagine, their daughter being seriously sick. In the town of Upper Derby, Rhode Island in 2004, Brian and Sarah Fitzgerald, the parents in the book, have a sick daughter and learns that she only has a limited amount of time to live. While Sarah is pregnant she says, “Although I am nine months pregnant, although I have had plenty of time to dream, I have not really considered the specifics of this child. I have thought of this daughter only in terms of what she will be

Do you think it is ethical to design and conceive a child that meets specific genetic requirements?

My Sister's Keeper is the story of Anna Fitzgerald, who by the age of thirteen has undergone many blood transfusions, numerous surgeries, and multiple bone marrow transplants. “Most babies are accidents, not me. I was engineered, born to save my sister’s life.” At the beginning of the movie Anna explains that she as conceived to be a donor for her sister, Kate. Kate is a 16 year old with renal failure due to a very rare form of leukemia. The girls' parents expect Anna to donate her kidney to help her sister. Instead of donating the kidney, Anna files a lawsuit against her parents for the rights of her own body so that she could not be forced into the surgery against her will. This causes mixed reactions between Anna’s parents, Brain

Growing up was awesome in my household even though my family and I would do extravagant activities. I was automatically a American citizen when I was born because my father is retired from the US Navy. When I was about three years old, we all moved to the United States of American. The first state that we lived was San Diego, California. We spent almost fours year in California before moving to La Porte, Indiana. It was easier for me to adapt and make friends in California because a lot of the people in that state are diverse in ethnicity. Also the Filipinos has a high living population in California, especially in San Diego. Most of my friends when I lived in California were my classmates in Mason Elementary School. It was not rare for me to find Filipinos in San Diego but, when I moved to Indiana it felt like a surprise when I encounter a Filipino here in Indiana. The only real friend that I had in California were my cousins. We would always come to each others homes every day. Most of the times we were together we would spend most of the time playing outdoor activities. One of our favorite outdoor activity is playing basketball or baseball.

My little sister name is Emma she is considered a pollyanna by many people, it was strange when she did not want to sustain her image of always being happy when she disobeyed our parents. She betrayed them by going to this party that she had been talking about. She wanted to go to with a whole bunch of her friends for about a month now. Knowing that our parents don’t want her to go because the location of it isn’t the safest. When the day of the party came my littler sister was at home, while my parents went to go run some errands, and I was at my neighbor's houses babysitting.

Dona informed the writer that few weeks ago Hayley and her three kids had a car accident. Out of the three Rubeen was the one who got servery damage, as he was in Hayley arms when the accident occurred. Rubben suffered brain and spine fracture, has meningitis and is in coma and Hailey has been visiting him almost every date. However, her main concerned is Allagie as he has been attending child care during normal and after hours since that accident, and Hailey has not showed any interest on his wellbeing (she has not calling to ask how he is going or

Today during 3rd period Lauren asked if she could come to my office, and her teacher allowed her to do so. Lauren explained to me what has taken place with her family and that she was concerned about her mom, because she saw her work hard to take care of her and her younger brothers and sister.

Although this was taken seven months ago, it feels as if it was just yesterday that my sister, Cortney, began a new stage in her life. She is no longer my bedroom neighbor just a hallway length away. The bathroom that was once shared is now only occupied by me, that bedroom next to mine remains vacant, and I am officially an only child -or so it seems. It’s crazy to believe we are already teenagers. As children, we got along much better than average siblings. We never fought, always shared clothes, and even shared friends despite the age difference. As time went on, we grew closer; making it even harder for us to be separated from each other long term. Next thing we knew, it was August 24, 2015, the time had come that Cortney was graduated and moved on to bigger and better things. My family took two cars over two hours away to say our goodbyes. Despite the fact that we did not want

Going on to her friends, she attracts a controlling type of friends. They all want to control her life, while they think they’re helping, but they aren’t. As for siblings, they really aren’t that close. Her sister called the cops on her because my mom went into her mom’s house, she also marries for money then when they are all out of money she divorces but makes their life a living hell. Her brother Dale is insane and thinks he is a real profit because he quit drinking. The other three brothers moved out because they were tired of the family.

When my sister and I were in middle school, my perspective of my sister was horrible. I despised her and didn’t want to have anything to do with her due to her ignorant attitude. For example, when I was feeling depressed because my older cousins were ostracizing me, she didn’t notice and didn’t stand up for me. I felt angry at her and I saw her as an irresponsible bother that happened to have my bloodline. However, after we moved to South Pasadena, my perspective of her began to change. Because we moved into a new place full of strangers, we only had ourselves to relate to. I wasn’t very efficient in making new friends and I began to eat lunch by myself. My sister, realizing that I was alone like she was, began to pay attention to me and ate lunch with me. She was aware of my friends and people that didn’t like me, and she stayed with me when my cousins tried to leave me out on playing with them. My sister became my best friend and I realized that she was not a stranger that I should hold a grudge on but was someone that I could depend on when I was

“Mom, have you eaten?” I would ask every morning and evening. The answer was always no. My heart hurt to watch her implosion but there was nothing I could do to help her beyond manage daily minutiae. My brother was always fed, the floors were clean, the laundry didn’t mold.

She was the older sister I’ve always wanted and my biggest role model. She was a high spirited person and always had a smile on her beautiful face. She developed some symptoms, but less than a year later, she was classified as having stage four renal diseases. She was in and out of college, needing to drop out because of her flares. I saw how much she wanted to live a “normal” life, but couldn’t. She never complained and always tried to live life to the fullest. A month after her twenty-fourth birthday, she was admitted to the hospital. For the next couple of months, she went through copious tests and transfusions. Whenever I visited her, I felt like a part of me was dying, so helpless. Our family was completely exhausted, but would never leave her or give up

Katlynn was out of the hospital after about a week and a half. All of us girls cleaned the house spotless upon her arrival. That may not sound like much, but we were young girls that lived on a farm, so being messy was pretty much our thing. Katlynn came home and we all showered her with hugs. The first week she was home we watched her like a hawk, trying not to make it noticeable. Since Kate got out of the hospital she has to take pills every morning and night, and she had to make a trip to Mason city twice a year. Today she only goes once a year because she hasn’t suffered a seizure since. There have been a few scares here and there, though. It’s been seven and a half years since that terrible day, and Kate’s doing great. She is at the age

I am rummaging through a cardboard box full of pictures, looking for the perfect one to put in one of those sentimental Mother and Daughter word frames from Hallmark. Finally, a photo falls from the box, and I pick it up, knowing I have found what I am looking for.

“So what did the doctor say?” I remember asking this question so simply thinking my father had just gone to a simple check up. It was late in the afternoon on what seemed like any other normal day. My parents had just gotten home from my father’s doctor appointment when they picked me and my sister up to take her to softball practice. “We’ll talk about when we get home” my mother said very softly. My sister always being the one to just go along with what my parents had said just muttered a simple “okay.” I however have not been a very cooperative child “Well why can’t you just tell us now?” I stated simply annoyed with the fact that my parents were not answering my question. “We don’t want your sister to be distracted at practice” my dad said. Instantly a flood of worry rushed through me. “If it’s so important that it would distracted Cheyenne at practice it has to be something serious.” I thought to myself. Anxiously I waited until we arrived at the high school and my sister had exited the car. “So can you tell me now she’s gone?” I asked