Personal Narrative: Iracle Sister

Like many people I went through high school with the same group of friends from middle school. We were all extremely close and acted like family. Upon graduating, we all realized that we wouldn’t see each other as much, especially the people that went to LSU, ULL and Emory and even LA Tech. We had lost those close-knits relationships we formed for over 7 years. Many people would be upset over this but it showed me who my real friends were and they are my new-found sisters in the sorority I joined and my best friend from sixth grade.

The doctors did neurological exams on Esther. My oldest brother and I interrogated them until they admitted they were driving Esther to Children’s Hospital for thorough exams because the doctors did not know what was preventing her development. During the process, my parents were secretive about the content and suspicions of the medical experts. One day they came back from the hospital with tears streaming down their eyes. My brother and I looked at them and they gazed back and that was it for that day. The following day, my dad could not contain himself no more and he told us that my perfect and beautiful sister was diagnosed with mild retardation and severe

Back in 2012 my sister, Kampbell, decided that she had an interest in gymnastics. My parents, being the loving people they are to her, let her join Kids In Motion, a gymnastics facility in Washington, Missouri. She had a lot of fun with it and has actually got really good. She goes to practice three times a week and has had multiple competitions all around Missouri and I go to most of them. Gymnastics is not the only sport that she plays, she plays volleyball, gymnastics, and she also wants to join cheer when she gets to high school. Currently, she goes to St. George Catholic School and is in eighth grade. Over last summer the national gymnastic competition was in Kingsport, Tennessee, which is the closest to us that it has been in a long

(Yours truly, Honey) On July 10th, 2015 heaven gained one of the most fiercest angels ever. My grandmother may have left me physically, but I feel her presence more than ever before. This year has been difficult for me, but to be honest these last four years have been quite difficult for me. The person I loved the most had Alzheimer’s and couldn't be there for me. I lost an Aunt, Uncle, and the love of my life, My Grandmother. As a child she always told me “Honey, I pray the Lord keeps me to see you graduate from High school”. By the time my graduation came, she wasn’t able to talk or walk. Even though she couldn't tell me how she felt, after I left her nurses told me that she cried. That lets me know we’re connected on another level,

The patient I completed my family health assessment on is a 34 years-old African American (black) female that is Gravida 6 Para 6. Her primary language spoken is English. She has a history of five vaginal deliveries and one cesarean section. This delivery was a vaginal birth after cesarean (VBAC) with spontaneous rupture of membranes while at home. Initial progression of labor was slow until stimulation of nipples via breast pump and low, slow dosing of Pitocin.

“Your boxes will be outside, you don't need to speak to your father.” These were the words spoken to me by my stepmother after my mom acquired custody of us.I have been moved all around since I was little. Primitively for the reason of my parent's jobs though when was about 8 my parents struggled through a divorce as result of my father's alcoholism.Confused, and torn I wanted to be amidst of both of my parents.I lived with my mom until my father remarried to a woman named Joanna, together they decided to fight for custody, which they won. I moved from seal beach to San Diego in the middle of fourth grade.Unwished For is how I felt to my new stepfamily I wished to be liked by them. I did everything in my power to become more likable, however,

I picked to go along with her story as well as not tell her the truth about her parents dying because I did not have the heart to tell her that her parents died a long time ago. A lot of the other caregivers would do the samething. If I were to follow fidelity and tell her that her parents were dead, her sister died a long time ago and that she was living in a memory care in Dallas she would be even more upset. By going along with what she was saying and not correcting her, the situation would be resolved a lot quicker than if we were to tell her that her parents were dead and she lives in a care community. Not telling them the truth, when they will forget that they asked is a lot easier than telling them.

In May of 2006, my family and I were blessed with the opportunity to adopt my sister Sophee. After insisting I never wanted to have children of my own, a few weeks before Sophee’s birth, I told my mother that if I was to ever have a baby I would want to name her Sophee. My mother, father, and I were hurriedly making our way to St. Edwards Mercy Medical Center when I asked if we could name her Sophee. My mother replied with, “If she looks like a Sophee, then Sophee it is.” The moment we saw her sweet face and dark brown hair, everyone knew her name was most definitely Sophee and there would never be a name that compared. As our family held my adopted sister for the first time, the attending obstetrician made a point to visit the nursery to tell

My mom, Alicel, was ten when she first moved to the United States. She is the youngest of nine siblings, most of which already lived in America. Alicel always visited her older siblings a couple times a year with a visa, which gave her six months to stay in the u.s legally. By the time she was 15 she was fluent in English and already familiar with American customs. She had been visiting America for 11 years before moving there permanently at the age of 21.

I’ve always heard the phrase “we were given two ears, and one mouth”, but it never clicked with me until I was much older and had experienced this first hand.

When she was 11 years old, she was diagnosed with ovarian cancer. Her family, being the incredibly supportive and posstive family I know, kept her in high spirits throughout the entire process. " When I was in the hospital, I remember being surrounded by friends and family. We would have "P" parties where everything had to start with a P. We would wear pajamas, eat Penne a la vodka, pizza, watch movies that started with the letter P, and just have a great time. Everyone would squish into my little hospital room and enjoy each other's company. I feel really blessed to have family and friends that are so incredibly

. I got to see her after ready and we asked her and grandpa to pack and get ready to come tot United States so she could be treated in the U.S. I got to see her after she arrived, her skin was yellow. Her face looked very sad, and as soon as she saw me, she cried so I ran into her and hugged her. We took her to a hospital that was near our house. The doctor ran some tests on her and then came out. The doctor looked at me and said: “can you come outside with me for a second”? “Okay sure”. I responded.

It all began when we received the diagnosis. Grandma had breast cancer; she would have a double mastectomy. The surgery had gone fantastic; tubes were placed to drain any excessive fluid off. The tubes were removed and she tried to jump out of the car; she was diagnosed with an infection. She was doing great or so we thought. My wonderful grandma had planned to stay with my cousin until she was better. Then she fell down the stairs and ended up in the hospital. Her health declined, at that point she was in and out of the nursing home.

One September 23, 2004 a healthy baby boy was brought into the world. The doctor sporting a snow-white lab coat with a blue collared shirt exclaims to my mother, “congratulations a beautiful baby boy.” I had a brother now, someone I could spend time with, someone to bond with. I sat next to my father as my mother corralled the newly born child within her arms. “What’s his name?” I enthusiastically asked my father. My dad pronounced, “his name is Joey, and he is your new baby brother.”

Me and my older brother asked what was going on and she didn't responded us, so I kept on asking her, and she told us that my little sister had a tumor on her back spain. I didn't know what that was so I just started crying because I was scared. My mom packed pair of clothes for like a week for her and for my sister i didn't know what was going on. My dad said they were going to the hospital to take my sister and that he will be back later. That day they attended her fast after all those years that they would ignore her the first thing they did when she got there was an emory to make sure it was actually a tumor that she