Personal Narrative: My Experience With Hemolytic Uremic Syndrome

It was near the end of my 8th grade school year, about 2 month away from graduation, when something I never expected to happen actually happened. This event really changed my life forever and shaped me into who I am as a person today. I had just arrived at my house after school when my parents received a call that my grandma was ill and that we should come down to check on her. As we rushed down to my grandparents house, my family was deeply concerned about what may have happened because my grandma had never really had many health issues before this. As we arrived at their house and walked through the door, we were greeted with the sight of my grandma sitting in a chair with a blanket around her while she was sleeping. My family’s first reaction

My maternal aunt gathered us together and we all sat on the couch. She turned to my mother and told us she had cancer. I looked at my aunt and I did not know what to say or how to respond. Three months later, my father received a phone call from his sister telling him that my pregnant cousin, Elizabeth, was diagnosed with leukemia and had to give birth to her premature baby. She and I grew up in the same house in Arizona and what hurt me the most was not being able to be with her during this difficult time. When we went to visit her in Arizona, my dad told us before entering the hospital room that he did not want us to cry in front of her. I was scared to enter. I did not know what to say to her but I knew I had to be strong. We stayed there for the holiday season but we never celebrated the holidays, that was too

I had lacrosse practice on the hottest day of summer. The best day was going to jump off a cliff and die. Practice was done and I was hungry for food. I got in my mom’s car and asked my mom to go somewhere and get some food. We went to Taco Bell. I finished and was ready to go home and get a shower. We were going down the road and suddenly my mom got a phone call from my aunt. As soon as my mom started to talk to my aunt she started to cry and break down. She

When I was about five years old I had something happen to me that would change forever. My life before this was not the best and was really confusing to understand and that was because I was always moving into different houses with my mom and would always have a new dad which as a little kid you don’t really know what is going on and have to just deal with it. My mother was not the best and did not take really good care of me.

Maria yesterday, I met with Ms. Betty Blake, she has two letters from the Dialysis Center that she goes to. One of the letters is from the doctor and the other letter is from the Social Worker. Both letters are addressed to the Department of Homeless Services, requesting for the client to be transferred to a medical shelter. Client refuses for this worker to make a copy of both letters. The Social Worker letter stated that in the past the client was physically assaulted at this shelter and this shelter is not a good setting for the client.

I really wanted to go and see my brother, but my parents wouldn't let me and that made me When my parents went to go see my brother and I wanted to go, but they wouldn't let me. I sat there and waited for my parents to get back in silence. When they got back they looked like they were about to cry and just me seeing them made me cry. We sat there for an hour in silence until a nurse came in and said we had to go to a different floor and so we headed upstairs and by that moment I knew what was going on, my brother wouldn't make it. When we got upstairs we went into this room that was bigger than the one we were in. We all sat there in silence for a long time and then someone came in and said that we can say our final goodbyes to my brother.Next thing I knew I seen a priest and I tried to stay in the room but I couldn't do it. When my brother was still alive, he was my hero and I wanted to be like him. Smart, caring ,and he helped others.That night really screwed my life, even to this

It was the year of 2008 (I was Seven and Jadyn was five) . It was a beautiful day and we decided to play outside with our my sister Jadyn,family friend Sabrina,my sister Ireland,and me.We were playing outside and I was teaching my sister how to go down to slide a different way the first way was on your back ( she was only little ) ,the second time was side ways but as she was about to go down side ways she had her seizure. Which made her fall off the slide head first on the ground. I didn't understand what was going on but I ran as fast as I could and was pulling her into the house crying and my mom came running to me and took jadyn out of my hands and told me to go outside. As I was crying I heard the ambulance coming.

In the 6th grade, my whole class was playing a game of soccer. As I was playing defense near the mini goal, a kid in my class went to shoot the ball however at the same time I went to kick the ball. As both our feet collided, I instantly stopped and hopped over to the stage where the teacher was. As I hobbled to the nurse's office, I knew something was wrong but didn't say much. As I sat with my purple and swollen ankle in the nurses office, I started to cry.

When my Grandma first recovered from cancer, we thought that we were done with the hospital. But one day, when my Grandparents were in Wisconsin at their cottage, we got a call from my grandpa saying that he was having horrible pains in his chest. So that night my Grandpa drove home with my Grandma and went to the hospital.

It all started the summer before my freshman year of highschool. I was estacic about going back to school, which was not very usual for me. However, I was finally a highshcooler! This was a huge step in my life. I could finally go to homecoming, find out who my real friends were, and eventually learn how to drive. I considered myself one of the more "popular" people, which I found a huge deal if your a freshman in highschool. I had a ton of friends and played almost every sport there was. I honestly could not have been happier. At this time in my life I felt as if I was on top of the world, highschool was going to be a breeze and before I knew it I would be going to be at Michigan State University. That was until I found myself on the floor of my bedroom, curled up in a ball while the ocean poured out of my eyes the day before I was suppposed to start school. I had never felt such a horrid pain in my life. I could not breath, nobody was home, and my only thoughts at the time were that my last minutes were going to be on the fuzzy white rug in the middle of the cold

When I turned 11-years-old my whole childhood began to change my life went from being perfect to everything but perfect. One day I came home to hear the news my father, my best friend; my hero was diagnosed with stage 3 colon cancer. Not knowing the struggle my family was about to take on I just began to cry. I had a million things running through my head what’s going to happen? Will everything be okay? Why him? What is going to happen? With all these things rushing through my head all I could do was cry not knowing this was least worse to come.

As a physician, HLH with B-cell lymphoma of the adrenal gland, calciphylaxis despite normal kidney function, and late onset Pompe’s disease are a number of difficult cases I have dealt with. Though none of those patients survived, I have seen a patient extant from severe septic shock from infarcted bowel with extensive Portomesenteric venous gas. To envision them endure diseases associated with high morbidity and mortality motivates me to pursue this field as a career. I must admit, I consider Critical Care medicine the most satisfying and gratifying in the

I experienced illness when my Dad was diagnosed with cancer. The most devastating aspect of this experience was when we had to make a choice as a family on how we were going

I can still remember vividly the day my mother passed away. My mother passed away at a critical point in my life when I was seventeen years old from a short term illness. She was sick for a week and I remember thinking this could be serious, however, my mother declined to go to the hospital because of the distance and financial hardship. I had loss my father when I was three years old, so my mother was a single mother. I have step sisters and brother, but I was not particularly close to them. Losing my mother was a defining moment in my life for it changed my life irrevocably. I was devastated, but I had to become strong, proactive and it spurred me to choose a new career path.

I remember one incredibly funny day from last year. It was the day I fell through the glass display case at school. Boy, I tell you that sucked so bad. I know for a fact I’ll never live it down. I’m known for being pretty accident prone so it was no surprise to people when they found out I was the one who had left the blood stain in the hallway.