Reflections On My Loss Lifeline

We started speeding down the road to meet the ambulance. Upon meeting them I was rushed to Wilcox Memorial Hospital, bumping my dad from the operating room right before he his knee surgery. I wasn't suspected to make it, as I had lost seventy percent of my blood. But somehow, with the help of God, I underwent several surgeries and within the next few days I was stabilized and discharged from the hospital.

I have lost my grandpa and have not gotten over the idea of it. When I was in the sixth grade, my grandfather was very sick; he could barely walk. While my grandmother and some other family members went uptown for some household things, food, and medication, I was told to take care of him. Yet, I wanted to play with my friends outside. He told me to go ahead and play, but for some reason I just got mad and slammed the door and left. Around nighttime, I seen an ambulance pull up to my grandparents’ house.

The life transition of death and dying is inevitably one with which we will all be faced; we will all experience the death of people we hold close throughout our lifetime. This paper will explore the different processes of grief including the bereavement, mourning, and sorrow individuals go through after losing someone to death. Bereavement is a period of adaptation following a life changing loss. This period encompasses mourning, which includes behaviors and rituals following a death, and the wide range of emotions that go with it. Sorrow is the state of ongoing sadness not overcome in the grieving process; though not pathological, persistent

When my mom was eleven years old, she was in a fatal car crash with her sister and both of her parents. It ended with her and my aunt each having a smashed leg and my grandpa broke his arm, but the most heart-wrenching injury was my grandma’s broken

The next four days in the hospital allowed me to regain myself, and I remember my mother and father visiting me filled with

A few days on a stinky old train that rattled and rolled like it was about to just plumb lay down and die, all the good trains were being used by the military, and then a couple days of eating dust aboard a stagecoach that bounced up and down and just made my leg hurt something fierce and I wound up in a dusty bump in the road,a town called Rock Springs.

I fell backwards and heard a crack, after that all I remember is excruciating pain. I was rushed to ER, there was my first encounter with caring and helpful strangers who made the pain disappear and the experience became my rite of passage into the trying, sometimes painful, and always gratifying world of medicine. The root of my desire in entering the medical field is to help people and to provide comfort to them while providing excellent treatment just as I received as a girl that alarming day.

Someone who is grieving will experience “major psychological, spiritual, social and physiological” changes throughout the grieving process (Hooyman & Kramer, 2006, p37). There are many theories and models that support these words. This essay will discuss Freud’s theory of grief work (Davies, 2004), Bowlby’s attachment theory (Walsh, 2012), and Worden’s tasks of grief (Worden & Winokuer, 2011). The major tasks of grief throughout the four different stages of life will be looked at, as well as common grief reactions, and ways to support people through these. In addition how children, adolescents, adults and the elderly understand and respond to grief will be examined. Finally how people at the various stages of life confront their own death will be looked at, including some personal examples.

It happened when I was young. I was outside at my friend’s house sledding. We were taking a break when I got that phone call from my mom; she was crying. My sister was on her way to the emergency room. I started sprinting through the neighborhood towards my house. My dad was waiting with my brother in the car. My mom went with my sister in the ambulance. I was so scared that I was going to lose my sister. We got to the hospital and we were in the waiting room. It felt like days before we heard about her condition. My sister had pneumonia and mixed with her asthma she was having a hard time breathing. She had a severe attack and couldn’t breathe. If the crew from the ambulance didn’t show up the doctor said she wouldn’t have made it. I know

The first loss that I remember in 1982, when I was four years old. I actually had my fifth birthday while I was in the hospital. I broke my left elbow, while riding a bicycle with my cousin. He had just learned to ride a two wheeler with no training wheels. His bike had a banana seat on it and he asked me to go for a ride with him. While riding along the edge of the yard he hit a rock and we tipped over into a field that had been plowed up the Fall before. I landed just right on my left arm and broke my elbow just below the bend. I ended up being in traction for two weeks, flat on my back. I lost my ability to walk and had to build my muscles up once I was able to get out of bed. This was a tangible loss in my life, because I lost my ability to walk or move for two weeks.

We stayed in a Ronald McDonald house which was located just beside the Vanderbilt hospital. Even though God had prepared me, I was still unsettled by the entire situation. I wanted to run away, but there was nowhere to run. I had to go through to get to the other side and going through was painful.

One insight that I gained about my own experience in addressing grief is that it has made me a stronger person; in addition, I am truly able to be more empathetic with people who have lost someone or something important to them. Being empathetic is a strong skill as a social worker, as we are working with people who may have experienced a great deal of loss in their lives. At the age of 24, I have had to attend four funerals for my grandparents. Therefore, I have experienced a lot of grief for how young I am. Learning how to cope has truly made me a stronger person. I have learned to cherish all the fantastic memories that I have with each one of my grandparents. My partner lost his uncle this past February, which was one of his first experiences losing a loved one. Because of my experience with loss, I

The purpose of this journal is to examine the core concept of “Grief and Loss” in a patient that I cared for in a previous clinical. This clinical experience will represent this core concept and identify any discrepancies or inconsistencies that can be modified and incorporated to the nursing process. Consistencies will be researched based on articles, clinical experience, and our textbook. Inconsistencies will be analyzed by using our PICOT research. A summary with explored research will be discussed with options to incorporate into future nursing practice.

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.

Over the summer of 2009 I was playing with my friend Carissa, at Rohner Park, while we were playing on the monkey bars after a while of jumping off and landing on our arms to many times my bone gave out and i broke it. While screaming in pain my dad tried to ask someone for a cellphone to call my mom to come pick us up and take us to the hospital. When my mom finally arrived my dad rushed me into the car so we could go to the hospital. While we were in the car i told my mom to go faster because the pain was really starting to hurt.