Psychology Paper on My Mother´s Student

My definition of a midlife crisis is when a man or women hits middle age and experiences a personal crisis in which they need to change something in their life in a drastic way. The first example that comes to my mind is a man turning 50, buying a brand new bright red sports car and dating a much younger woman. I think that some people do have perhaps a bigger midlife crisis than others though. That meaning that some people will completely change their lives while others may just change one single thing like occupation or hair color. I think that for the most part people experience the smaller affects of mid life

Significant yet not widely talked about, one of the greatest issues and stressors many families have to cope with is that of chronic illness. While the family that has to cope with a loved one’s battle with cancer or a traumatic car accident is at the forefront of the minds of all those close to them, coming up in conversation and the target of prayers and well wishes, families coping with chronic illness often fade into the background. Perhaps the reason individuals do not often hear of or think of those that are chronically ill or disabled is because after the shock of an initial diagnosis, the reality of chronic illness fades from people’s thoughts because it becomes a part of ordinary, everyday life. For the many families that deal with

I walk into the cold, white hospital, my hands are sweating and my knees are shaking. Even though I have done this every six months since I was twelve years old, it never gets easier. I find a seat in the corner of the waiting room, embarrassed by the large, plastic, butterfly printed scoliosis brace I hold tightly against my side. The door opens, a nurse dressed in plain navy blue scrubs calls out “Emma for Dr. Meyers”. She leads my mom and me down a long hallway, and into a small, brightly lit room. The curse that is scoliosis is hereditary, which means my mom has it, and each of my sisters has been touched by this cruel disease that bends the spine as well. Scoliosis is a curvature of the spine that occurs during the growth period just before and through puberty.

In Psychology 101, you learn about a personal fable; something that I have not lost. I have always wanted to change the world that I was destined for greatness and teaching elementary school students gives me that power. In the words of Nelson Mandela, “Education is the most powerful weapon which you can use to change the world.”

Beep! Beep! Beep! Right now I’m thinking to myself that why do I have to get up so stinking early for school. I just want to keep sleeping but I can’t because of two reasons. The first reason is obvious because I have to get up for school, and the second reason is that I had to go number one undoubtedly bad. The stretch receptors in my bladder were screaming at me to go. They were screaming at me because my bladder was full of 800 milliliters of urine. My bladder was so full because my kidneys were trying to keep my blood pH levels normal so they were flushing out excess H+ ions. The only way I knew this is because the stretch receptors sent this message through the nervous system (aka the brain (the control center)) The nervous system sends and receives electric messages through the spinal cord and especially the brain. The nervous system receives and sends messages through the receptors in the sense organs. The nervous system is a part of everything in your body because it helps with homeostasis in every organ system including itself. Once I received this message I got up quickly and ran to the bathroom and relived myself. [1]

She told me that she and the patient’s father had been trying to convince him to take the meds, as they both believed it would be best for him, however, he was not yet convinced. She told me he had recently started doing his own research online, which seemed to be improving his outlook on therapy. I encouraged their efforts and expressed my thankfulness in his self-directed research, as I recognized this as a sign that he had entered the contemplation stage of the transtheoretical model (Hall & Edgecombe, 2014, p. 297), which showed progress. During this conversation, I noticed that the mother was showing concern towards her son, and appeared distressed by the situation. I asked her about her experience as a psychiatric nurse, and she told me that despite her decades of experience, it has been very difficult for her to watch her son struggle, as it is completely different when it is “so close to home”. While validating her challenges and offering supportive comments, I encouraged her to see her nursing knowledge and expertise as a strength to her son’s recovery, as well as her own well-being, through this difficult time. I reassured her that her grief and feelings of helplessness are

During her career as a pediatric nurse, she became very connected with a patient who happened to be her first death encounter. At the time, the patient was a six-year-old boy who was diagnosed with leukemia. ML said: "When I was caring for this patient, I was a mother myself. Seeing that boy and his family suffer gave me so much heartache… it was hard not to make it personal." The more she worked with this child, she observed the pain and suffering him and his family had to go through. She also learned about him and the family dynamics which enabled ML to help the patient and the family become well involved in understanding one another and guide care towards an agreement that everyone was satisfied with. As I reached for the tissue box to hand it to her, I rephrased the story to confirm the understanding of the story. She nodded and continued on talking about things she has done for the patient. Being a mother and a nurse, she believed in providing this child with what a healthy boy would be doing at his age. ML's strategies involved promoting short physical activities, playing games, and encouraging the parents to participate in such activities if possible; ML wanted to provide a lighter atmosphere around the unit and help the patient disregard the diagnosis even if it was just for a little while. Over the past few months, she continued to assist this patient as his

How is Anne becoming more mature?Anne is becoming more mature because Anne realizes that she had mentioned hate to her mother and feels bad about it,Anne writes in her diary instead of stamping her feet and calling her mother names.Lastly,she explains how she is becoming wiser than the period when she made her mother cry.

This past summer, I, along with my mother and father, travelled to St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital in Memphis, Tennessee. My mom had been invited to participate in the St. Jude For Life Study because when she was around six to eight years old, she had a form of leukemia called Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia. This particular study is to help all present and future St. Jude patients and help to research for a cure. While there, I saw first-hand how cancer can affect a family. You can just see all of the stress, the worry, the exhaustion, the tiredness, the fear, and the tears on the families’ and the patients’ faces.

In the next few months, my friend made great strides in her recovery. She was able to get professional help, and although she was hesitant at first, she was able to shoulder past her reluctance and took the first steps to her own betterment. Being forced to make this decision greatly changed how I viewed my relationship with her. She was my best friend, and I cared about her. And because I cared about her so much, I could not selfishly put my feelings over her health. Our friendship sustained some wounds that may never heal; even so, that is a price I was, still am, and always will be willing to pay to help someone I

I never thought i’d see my mom in a lot of pain she couldn’t really walk a lot or stand up and work without her legs hurting so much. My mom had to have 4 surgeries. I hate when we went out and my mom couldn’t come with us because her leg would be hurting so much or if she did come with us she couldn’t handle the pain. It made me so sad seeing my mom like that so we would take her to the doctors every day so they can check her and do what they can to help her. So that’s when she have two hip replacement one on her knee and on her toe. It affected me because I had already lost my dad and i didn’t wanna see my mom gone either. I started working and helping my mom out while she wasn’t working helping to pay rent and stuff. I learned that it was hard having your parents have something wrong with them. I did so much to help my mom out and i still do now. I learned a whole lot from this anything could happen to someone any day without you knowing until you get a

Throughout these three months my family was not financially prepared for the medical bills. Each day I could see the frustration in my parent’s eyes. My mother took a leave of absence because I couldn’t do anything by myself. I lost motion in my right arm which prevented me from being able to do daily living tasks. Three months later I was sent to the Children’s Hospital Colorado in Aurora Colorado. After months of having no results, I finally had an answer. On September 21, 2012 I was diagnosed with Complex Regional Pain Syndrome. This meant that I need treatment every month, and my parents and I would have to travel to Aurora Colorado every month. This was a very hard task because my mother had already stopped working, and my father would have to take days of from work to travel with me to Colorado. Having been diagnosed with Complex Regional Pain struck my family more than anything in the world. There was nothing I could do to help. Every six months my family and I would on travel to Colorado for my treatment. My treatment consisted of epidurals every six months for the last two years. At this point in time my family didn’t have medical insurance. Since we were drowning in medical bills my father had to find a better job with medial

My older sister with eleven kids could not help my parents. She’s busy with her small tribe that she doesn’t have the time to be there for them. So, when my sister visited our dad at the hospital, he was already transferred to the critical care unit (CCU). While she was visiting my parents, the doctor spoke to her about a simple yet an invasive procedure

Personal Statement My eyes were dim with tears and shame was engraved in my posture that day. I had another muscle spasm in my legs which felt like I was being stabbed with a heated knife; I suffered this fate, at least once a day, however, this was the first time a family member would witness me in excruciating pain. I could not hold my screams any longer as I writhed on the floor, but when my mother held me in her arms, she filled me with something that had seemingly been unfamiliar to me—hope. In addition, she reminded me that I was strong enough to handle my circumstance and that there are blessings in every struggle.

Sometimes we are so focuses in caring for our patients that we are blind-sighted to the importance of caring for not only the patient, but their loved ones. Loved ones play a significant role in ensuring the well-being of patients. While walking down the hall one morning at work, I could not help but hear what sounded like an altercation between two people in a patient's room. I had reviewed all the charts of the patients who were assigned to me early that morning, because I like to mentally plan my day. I knew that the patient who was in room three was coming in because he was being treated for pneumonia for three weeks with prednisone, without any improvement in his symptoms.