Personal Narrative: My Grandma Could Be Treated In The United States

We waited for a good hour for the doctor to come out and give us the news the doctor finally came out and told us she wasn't going to make it and she only had two weeks to live I was devastated i didn't know what to think or how to act me and my mom both broke down in tears I asked if I could go back and see her the doctor said “yes of course you can” we went back there and saw that was grandma was sleeping we stayed there for a couple of hours waiting for her to wake up but she did and she asked me if I had the book he read to me everynight I replied “yes it’s under my pillow were I always keep it” she told me to bring it the next time i come back. We went home, I lost my appetite so i went to bed. The next afternoon, my mom took me to see my grandma, I brought the book she asked me to bring to her my mom and I sat there with my grandma all day when it struck nine o'clock my grandma asked me to read the book to her that she always reads to my every night at nine o’clock we play a game we called beat the time we would try to finish the book before a certain time we never beat it until the day

I knew from that point on everything was going to be okay and she was a fighter. After a few weeks of chemo she was able to go back home and take care of herself again. I didn’t want to bother her or make her tired so I tried not to ask as many questions or talk as much. On our last real morning together she woke me up and asked me, is it coffee for one or two? I smiled and said make it two I had a rough night. She laughed at me and said one it is and milk and honey for the youngest nurse I’ve ever had.as we always did we had our morning talk, but this talk was different. She told me, if anyone ever asks about me tell them my name was Ruth Mae Marks I was born a Simmons and I was a fighter. I raised all of my girls to be fighters just like me. I looked at her with a confused face as she smiled at me and said, my life was spent work all day until you came along and I had a reason to retire. She told me every morning I gave her something to live for just because she knew I would always be there waiting for her. I started to cry because I knew this was her good bye, she told me tears were made of salt and salt was made for cooking not running down your face. This was the morning I learned how to make red velvet cake and the last morning I got to talk with my grandmother. As much as I miss her I’m glad she’s at peace. Every day I spend my mornings talking to her in hopes that she hears me and I’m making her proud of me. She made me a fighter and a strong believer that I can overcome

Ever since I was a little girl I pictured my future growing up with my grandma at my side. I imagined she’d be crying tears of joy at my wedding, or even sitting in the stands at my first high school soccer game. All that changed though when my grandma developed ovarian cancer.

Her face had swollen because of the abundance of medication; she was in a comma for two days and on a breathing machine. It took a lot out of me going in and seeing her, after coming home from school and football practice. This was the time where I realized how sick she really was, and that she wasn’t going to be home soon or at all. Once doctors ran tests and a couple of lung and respiratory specialists who had been flown in from all over the county did their research and diagnosis, One came to a conclusion that her lungs had become badly infected and that my sister was in dire need of a double lung transplant, So doctor Charles W.Hoopes took her and had her flown to Lexington, Kentucky to the University of Kentucky Children’s Hospital, during all of this I am back at home just me and my older sister. I had to focus on upcoming football games, school was getting on my nerves, too much homework was being assigned and I didn’t have enough time to complete it, so it affected my

It all started about 6 years ago over the summer; I have been staying with my grandmother and my older sister for about a month, and during that time, we were always happy and having fun, my grandma was completely healthy for someone her age always in a happy mood and active. I remember one day we were walking outside talking about what we wanted to do or be when we grow up. As we were walking around her garden, she started complaining about her chest hurting so I offered to go and get her some water. I ran inside and grabbed a water bottle out of the fridge and ran back to her, I saw her sitting on a bench clutching her chest, she tried to stand up but she almost fell over. My sister and I rushed to her side and walked back to the house when, we got inside we yelled for our aunt to come down stairs and told her what had happen. After that, I do

“Molly, we have something to tell you,” my parents said, walking into the living room with saddened looks on their faces. I paused the movie and awaited their news. “Your grandma has been diagnosed with cancer.” I definitely was not expecting that to be the news, so it hit me like a brick wall; I was troubled and overwhelmed by the news to such an extent that I was speechless. She has been an important figure in my life for as long as I can remember and has always been there to listen and give me advice whenever I need it. Her insight into the important things in life has helped me and will continue to as I pursue my dreams for years to come.

My mom insisted that I stay with my aunt and brother, but I begged her to take me with her. As we drove to the hospital, I felt sad because my sister was in pain. After a while of being in the cold hospital waiting area they took my sister into a room and my mom told my uncle that he could go back home and that she will call them if we needed anything. I couldn't be inside of the room so they put a chair outside of the room so I could wait for them. After a couple of hours they told my mom that I couldn’t be there so that they should call someone to go pick me up. My mom called my uncle who eventually arrived for me and I began to cry because I was worried for my sister and I didn’t want to leave them alone. On the next day they arrived and my sister had a cast on. The days that followed were a struggle since I had to help my sister do things that she wasn’t able to do like put on her shoes. She lasted a long while before she got her cast removed but I was happy to help her and my mom when it was

She didn’t run around the way she used to and finally we took her to the vet, It was that day that my mother came home from the vet crying, unable to say a word to me. She told me that Zlata had aggressive bone cancer growing on her back right leg and we would have to put her down. We could tell Zlata was in pain and luckily we got her pain meds to make her life as enjoyable as possible. We made life great for her for another three months until her cancer had begun to cause her too much pain so we finally had to make the decision of putting her down after 10 years. It was not easy, she was definitely my best friend but I knew she could be happy and pain free.

It all started when I was getting ready for bed and my mom got a call from Granny.

She was only six years old and was suffering from bronchitis. However because they didnt have any doctors in the coutyside by the time they arrived with someone could she was already dead. She remembers this experiences very vively and she has never forgotten. Her sister died in her arms, choking because she couldnt breath for her live. She said that everything happen real fast and there was nothing they could really do but wait for the person to arrive with the medine. A few months after that her grandfather died. someone she real loved and right after her sister death too. she said all this with a very sad tone in her

“WHAT” and she got up and helped my sister up and she rushed to my mom’s room and told her, and they went upstairs and got ready to go to the hospital and my sister Bobbi,Elias (My sisters 1st kid) and, I had to stay home and I texted my grandma and she drove to my house at 10:30pm and stood at my mom's house with us and later on we passed out again and the next morning I felt better I didn’t fill nasty and sick and other stuff, and that day was a school day and we woke up about 8:00 am and it was a nice sunny morning. After a while we ate breakfast and just layed down and waited til we heard from my mom about my nephew. I kept telling my grandma

Just last winter, I went to my grandma’s house to visit them. I spent the night there too. When we opened her house door her dog barked. She had a white furred dog and she was a small dog too. About 2 hours after my parents, brother, and sister left I watched a movie and ate popcorn with my grandma. When I woke up I went to the kitchen to eat breakfast. We ate small white powdered donuts and chocolate milk. About an hour after we ate, my grandma asked me if I wanted to make the potato candy she makes every winter. I excitedly ran like a cheetah to the kitchen to help her. When I got there my grandma and I got out the ingredients. We carefully opened the powdered sugar and it smelled like I was in sugar land.The bag kind

This book makes bad behavior seem funny and hence encourages young children to emulate the behavior. I hoped and hoped and hoped the the boy would see the error of his ways but he doesn't. He allows his friend to "take one for the team" when he doesn't come clean about terrorizing the kindergarteners. He thinks its ok that Grandma's house got TPed for something he did becuase she's retired and has nothing better to do then clean up the mess anyway. At every turn this kid makes the wrong choices, blames someone else, hopes he won't get caught next time and there are no real consequences for his actions. His last little act of kindness, at the end of the book, did nothing to make up for all the poor choices he made throughout the book. Would

He gave us the hospitals name and we instantly looked it up in the GPS and my mother drove us there. We quickly ran up to the floor where my brother was being treated. As soon as we saw my father sitting in the waiting room my mother ran up him to ask him what did the doctors say about my brother. He said that due to his grave condition he had to be placed in intensive care. That as soon as my brother's condition stabilized, we would be able to see him. My mother was trying to be strong, I could see it in her eyes and in the way she talked. Since time was passing by and we were already tired, my father took us to a hotel and left us there. He then went back to the hospital with my mother. Days went by and little improvement was shown, things were beginning to look good. Nurses informed us that we were able to see my brother. But only two people can be in the room at once. So both of my parents went in first. Then after a while, my brothers and I went in. He was in a bed asleep, he looked tired and exhausted. We decided to leave and let him rest. Finally, a doctor came out the door and through the hallway looking for my parents. My mother quickly stood up and asked him how was my brother doing. The doctor said that my brother had the flu and two other viruses that he had encountered most probably in the previous hospital. My mother's face was sadness in every sense

A month after we first found out she was sick; I remember it was about 6:00 am when my parents woke me, and my grandmas favorite song was playing. My heart beating as fast as possible; I knew something had happened. 5 minutes later my parents gathered me and my brother in the living room, then they break the news to us that our beloved grandma had passed away. My heart dropped my legs just gave out, and I started crying I just could not acknowledge what had just happened, and I Just wanted her to be alive, and wanted to hear one last story. but I knew that now more than ever we needed to be together, and we need love to get through this period.