Everyone says February is filled with love and happiness because of Valentine's day. Well February has not been the best month for my family and me. We loved February but now not so much anymore. One day I will learn to love February again, hopefully, but as of right now I can only think of what has happened. My aunt Kim was one of the nicest people I have ever met, and would do anything for anybody, she was basically my second mom/best friend. In early 2015 aunt Kim was diagnosed with stage 2 lung cancer. Nobody knew what to think everyone was just in shock for quite awhile. She kept doing her everyday things, and to me she was the strongest person I have ever met. She taught me to fight no matter how hard it's dragging you down, and don’t give up because you will get far in life someday. Kim, my mom, and John(her husband) would drive to Iowa City every 2/3 weeks for chemo. The chemo was definitely getting to her. She had the longest/ most beautiful hair I have ever seen, and the chemo took it all away. She eventually got used to short hair because she knew the chemo was trying help. She got weaker and weaker, than she had a hard time breathing so she needed an oxygen tank. Everyone wanted to help her, but she was so independent, no one could …show more content…
She came back Sunday and said “ I'm just feeling better than ever.” We were all so happy that maybe the chemo was helping and she was getting better, so my mom went to work in Ackley as normal at 10 until 6AM. My brother and I were in the kitchen and Kim said “ I can't breath very well.” My brother and I took off to John's room and we heard a thump. We all took off running to the living room Kim was lying on the floor somewhat unconscious. Taylor immediately started performing CPR, and I will never forget hearing Taylor yell “BREATH, BREATH AUNT
When she died five years after first symptoms ,the cancer had spread throughout her body over those five years. My mother was very depressed
When questioned about how he and his family supported her, he explained that he and his family spent as much time as the could with her and also since he was young, gave her an action figure to keep her company. In result, his mother was able to keep a positive outlook and,” always give a smile.” Although terminal cancer is troubling for both the family and the one who is fighting it, sticking together through it all is what is most important. Through good times and bad, family will always be there and will be in assistance if needed. It may become tiring sometimes to put up with this disease, but remembering what to fight for is what is most important. Fighting for your family and being able to live another day with them by the patient's
Every day, my mom would drive to the hospital, and get her radiation in the mornings. As this went on for about two weeks, the doctors were very sweet. They helped my mom in so many ways, we are thankful to have them help my mom.
Growing up my mother has always been the most supportive person I know and also very independent. I’ve always had respect for my mother, she has always been a role model for me and my siblings. My mother has always been very supportive of me and my siblings, for as long as I can remember. Growing up my mother always encouraged us to follow our dreams.
The chemo and radiation therapy hardly seemed worth the pain. She was sick all the time, spewing back up what little food she could force down. She didn’t like needle let alone ones that were shooting her full of
Mom had a large lump, the size of a grapefruit, on the rear of her neck. She saw four doctors who all refused to operate. They feared she would be left paralyzed from spine damage. The fifth doctor, Dr. J.D. Fuller, agreed to remove the mass. The lump had grown larger. Mom had pains in her neck and arms like lightning bolts. Dr. Fuller stated his only way to remove the mass was by “blunted excision.” He made a long incision, reached into her neck, grabbed the mass, twisted, and pulled it out of her. The surgeon ripped muscle from her left breast to her spine and left trapezoid muscle. Mom was left with damaged nerves and muscles, but she was not paralyzed.
I believe, without my mother's independence and the way she raised me, I would not be applying to Queens today. I have had my share of ups although I've also had plenty of downs. I have two older sisters and a younger brother. My oldest sister chose a different path when she had the opportunity to choose a more successful path. She moved out at the age of 16 to flew across the country to live off of my grandpa's income. She dropped out of college, barely a semester in, with student loan debt. She could have been a multi-sport collegiate athlete on scholarship. I look at her and see what could happen if I don't make the right choices and take advantage of my opportunities. My second oldest sister made most of the right choices, and I look at her and see how successful I could become.
I woke up alone in my bedroom. Mom wasn't home yet, but Appy, my grandfather, and Ya, my grandmother, were right outside my room. I heard both of their voices yelling at someone. They were mad. Who were they yelling at? Scared, I slowly snuck out of the safety of my room and saw both of them screaming at my mom.
Finally, what my mom taught me. My mom taught me how to respect you're older. My mom believe is that god will take care of you and is always watching you and when you get scare to pray and will make it go away that was my mother believe. Seen i was little i would get nightmare and wake up my sister and ask her to pray with me she would never say no she look at me and pray together till this day because my mom work all night. She also show us that speaking two language is good because you would have more opportunities to get a job. For us cinco de mayo and los tres reyes we have to come all together and eat no one allow to leave that family time. I'm not really use to eating American food because my mom always make mexican food when she come
There have been many situations which have shaped my character, but the one situation that is the basis of myself is my mother. When I was two years old, my mother was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis or MS. MS is a disease that disables the central nervous system and thus disrupts the flow of information to the brain, which then goes out to the body. In every diagnosed person, the symptoms are different and so is the severity.
On Saturday Jan 2, 2016 My Wife, and I had a free day with the kids and thought it'd be a good idea to visit your dealership as we are in the Market for a new vehicle. The salesperson who greeted me less than 30 seconds and 6 inches from my car door was Ryan Smith. I explained to him immediately which vehicle I was searching for and showed him the listing on your website. I made certain at this time to tell him we would not be buying today, I wanted numbers to take back to my credit union. He responded by arguing with me and saying to give his finance guys a chance. After a moment of defending my position he left to go find the car we came to look at.
I want to resolve this. I want Jaren to spend time with you. I want you to spend time with Jaren. I want more than anything to not feel I as though we have to appease each
Having grown up with a mother who was verbally and physically abusive, love and compassion didn't develop between us two, however, my hate, anger, and resentment thrived.
After my mother and I have an argument she usually smiles at me and says, it’s because we’re so much alike that we argue. She reminds me that our lack of communicating often stirs more trouble than why we were arguing. I used to get upset that my mom didn’t set time aside for our family to spend time together or make us eat together at the dinner table. I was upset because I was comparing our family to my friends’ families. I valued those things and assumed my mom didn’t, but I was wrong. My mom had so much on her mind everyday it was breaking her on the inside. Not only had I wanted my mom to be like my friend’s moms, now I had wanted my mom to be different because she was depressed. Bonhoeffer mentions that we desire images of others that we want, but aren’t the true image they bear as Christ’s (pg37-38). At first I was puzzled. How is a good image of mine, not Christ’s image for her? I learned that His image is neither right nor wrong, but simply uniquely divine. My mom could have done those things, but her whole life would have had to be different, and I would never want to change who my mom is.
I had arrived to the big world on a morning of the 28th of June in 1996, at 7:48 am at Cambridge Medical Center. The day my mother had bright me home, I immediately started to observe the world around me; just as would any other newborn baby, and I also watched my new family, mainly my mother. As I watched her through out my life growing up, I’ve learned that she did a lot for others. More then she did for herself, which I always wondered why. But, when I had gotten to middle school, I soon understood why she did so many things for others. She worked at a company called Public Health Solutions, which involves helping the mentally ill become independent for themselves; she had worked at that same company for 20 years. Every day she came home