Personal Narrative: The End Of The MRI Machine

Waiting for the feeling, something to hit me. It became clear this would not happen until I fell asleep. After being awake for almost 4 hours, my eyes really couldn't stay open any longer. Something began to happen, I couldn't tell what. I was falling, falling again. I landed, right in the middle of reality, and nowhere. The voice came on stronger this time, much louder. It was almost like it began to yell. "Can you hear the rumble that's calling?" The voice said again. Despite the loud volume of the voice, it was assuring. It made me feel comfortable. Even though I was in some sort of weakened state, I always felt better here than I did in the real world. Something was telling me that I just needed to be freed. Whether it was the voice inside my head, or some other voice, I felt it. The voice was so showing so much empathy, it felt inhuman, but at the same time it felt so human. It felt real, I could never describe the way it made me feel, how it moved me. I wanted to yell out, with everything I had. Part of me knew it just wasn't right, I had to wait for it to come to me. I knew that everything I wanted would come soon. I know what you're thinking, how was I not freaked out? It's simple, I didn't have room for that kind of thinking. I was so relieved to feel this way, it was a feeling of release. It's like that feeling when you get into a hot tub. The deeper you get, and the longer you stay, the more your body is at

Have you seen my husband? Is all my mom was shouting as she held my hand tightly, running back and forth through the hospital? A receptionist sent us to a room, which felt like coming into an isolated mausoleum. The cold air enveloped my entire body, ice has replaced my spine and numbness is all my fingers felt. The room was somber dark, dead silence; the only sound heard was the heart machine ... Beep … Beep. There wasn’t anything more traumatizing then seeing my father lain on the bed, unresponsive, tubes coming from out mouth and nose. The sadness and desperation in his eyes broke my heart. All of sudden the heart monitor went off with a loud buzzing sound. A nurse jumped out of nowhere “Code Blue”, in matter of seconds 4 nurses and a doctor surrounded my father, my mom and I mindset was at a shock, like were able to see what was happening but couldn’t do anything our body was some glued to the floor. The doctors and nurses tired to help my father but it was too late,

I could hear my breathing as if it was a voluntary action. As I saw my mom car come screeching into the driveway, she rushed out, I ran up to her as I tearfully asked, "Is he okay?" With hesitancy and a sorrow- filled voice she said, "He's dead," I screamed over and over again, "No, no, not my brother! Anyone but him!" and I broke down crying, I felt as if I was paralyzed, I felt like I was suffocating; as if a giant hand was clamped around my heart, I wanted to run, I wanted to scream, I wanted for it to not be

Five days had passed this time since anyone had heard from my mother. I remember praying to God to protect her from harm and for me to find her. The next day she showed up, but not in the way we had hoped. One morning as I was getting ready for school my sophomore year in high school, my phone rang to the voice of my stepfather. My stepfather had told me he heard a call come over the dispatch scanner at his work and my mother’s name was mentioned. The sheriff had informed my stepfather that my mother had been involved in an accident. My stepfather asked me to go to the emergency room and see what condition my mother was in because he lived a half hour away from the hospital. When I arrived at the hospital I found my mother cut out of her clothes, covered in her own urine, massive amounts of blood all over her body, and lying lifeless on life support on the table. At this point, no one knew whether my mother would be okay. My mother had bleeding on the brain as well as a tear in her shoulder, a shattered face, and a chest tube draining fluid from her lung which had collapsed. All I could do was pray! My mother’s life was in God’s hands now. Three days later she woke

Staring up at the dark ceiling, I lay on my bed, my body aching from yesterday’s fall. I really don’t want to move, my back hurting the most. My mind continues to wander back to the strange book. I was so close to maybe finding a way out of this place and now I’m not. All I had to do was just grab the book, but instead I dropped it.

There was no end, I was breathless, but didn't feel the need to gulp and struggle for air. My eyes were open, I know they're open, but all I could focus on was black darkness, and more black.

Sitting in a hospital waiting room, alone, afraid; and waiting for the news; would she be ok? Would she even survive? My nerves were out of control; my heart was beating through my chest, you could literally see it thumping through my top. The beads of sweat racing down my forehead, as if I was in the middle of the Safari dessert. I have been an athlete my entire life, yet I have never felt so physically drained. I look around, my eyes opening, then closing; as if I am coming in and out of consciousness, then suddenly echoed words begin to ring around my ear drums….” Sir…...sir, can you hear me? Sir please, we need to know what happened. We need to know what happened to her. Maybe my motionless state showed my

I hold my breath in anticipation: the moment had finally arrived. What lay behind this door would be formidable, to say the least. However, knowing this only increased my excitement of what was to come. I glanced at my teammates, and a familiar combination of eagerness and anxiety met my eye. Ever-so-cautiously, we open the door and see our patient, awaiting our arrival – the test had begun.

Well Michelle had her PET scan and a CT scan last Thursday. We thought we had to wait until Tuesday for the results but to our relief the doctor called Friday night to tell us the good news. The tumors had shrunk and Michelle is officially in remission. Well, I went crazy happy but Michelle wanted to wait until we saw the doctor on Tuesday, just to make sure what we heard was right. Well we went to the doctor yesterday and she confirmed that everything is good. The chemo worked and after nine months of craziness it was all worth it at the end. If I go back to my old blogs and see what she went through between the stent not working, the hospital stay, the allergic reaction to the chemo and on

MRI, it was very boring I had to lay in a machine buzzed extremely loud for an hour or so. I was relieved when I got out of the loud machine.

“Wow, how does it work?” a curious young intern asked at the first glance at the MRI machine. We had just stepped into the MRI laboratory as I was leading a group of fresh young interns through the hospital on their first day of work. Questions that pertain to an MRI always excite me because of my experience with the incredible machine. Describe the machine

I get to the hospital, park, and run in to the service desk. The lady is not so sure what I am talking about, but after I give her the run through she understands.

Soon, as I would realize, this lull between events was just the calm before another wave of elevated madness. Doctors started to file in, one by one. With them, came more of my family as well. My grandma, dad, brother, and more, all seemingly accompanied by another doctor. Hugs were exchanged as the room began to shrink with the masses of people. I slunk down into my bed, trying my hardest to dissolve into it, in order to get away from the chaos. Finally, the roar that once overpowered the room, hushed to a whisper, then slowly withered away to

The next thing I see is darkness. I couldn’t figure out if I was alive or not but the only

I nodded my head as much as I can, but a searing pain traveled down my neck into my back. Screams filled the shuttle and echoed in my ears. Jade jumped up and ran by my side, she unlatched my helmet and shoved an ice pack that was on a nearby shelf down the thin suit. I looked up at her, screaming still. My head was throbbing and my throat was dry. Jade looked at me with concern. Her eyes wide as she quickly turned her head and sprinted back to her seat. The control panel was lit up with a bright red light. The room was spinning as Jade ran around the shuttle. Then everything went black.