Spring Break Narrative

When we got to the hospital I fell asleep from the drugs they gave me. I woke up and I felt like I was getting my head banged against a door. My mom was sitting in the room with my real dad I asked what happened and I apparently had a grand mal seizure and had stopped breathing. I was absolutely shocked, if my mom didn’t give me CPR I would’ve died. I would have been deader than a possum on the side of the road. The doctor came in and said that I have epilepsy, my mom started balling her eyes

I awoke in terror. My sister was shaking uncontrollably. Screaming in fear, I jumped out of the bed we were sleeping in to go get my parents. The next thing I knew I was sitting bedside in my sister's hospital room. This is what I experienced when my sister had her first Epileptic Seizure. Although there were many questions and fears running through my mind, the skills and characteristics I possessed allowed me to live life unaffected.

Traumatic events happen almost daily just not every one of them happen to us. When something like watching your niece almost die, it changes your life. It has only been a week since she fell, but I still get nervous over everything. She was so innocent, she was so happy. Every little action we do could take a horrid turn and end it

My bus was extremely empty since most of the injured were drumline members, the other section on my bus. I was there when the drumline captain had to call one kid’s dad in Texas to let him know his child was one of the severely injured. We couldn’t even tell the dad what hospital his son was in or what his injuries were, all we knew was that last we saw him, he was crushed under a two foot thick slab of concrete. After a long bus ride back to school, I drove myself home. When I got home and saw my dad I broke down crying.

How are you little human?! Have you grown yet? Did Mom finally let you get really long nails? Did you get into Honor Society? How’s dance going? Did the school year go well? How many competitions have you been to? Have you been to Orlando yet?

Weeks turned into months, the good news was always the best. It made me feel like i was on top of the world. But the sad part is to this day the don't know what is wrong with him. When they took him out of the coma he very slowly started to heel. They move him into a much large room and they didn't have to keep the lights off all the it was bright and fresh and it didn't have that sad tone to it. The first time walking into the his new room my heart exploded. He was sitting. His frail spain held him up, with support of a few pillows. I look over at my mom and just smiled. That was a special day Liam wasn’t aloud to eat food but we fed him ice cube which doesn’t sound like much but it was great to know that i could help him in anyway. He continued to become more healthy. My sister called my mom and told her that we will be having to have surgery to amputate hands fingers and its toes. that was the most horrid thing I've ever heard I was shocked. Soon my mom received another phone call it was my sister saying that the doctors have decided to move Liam into the burn unit. He stayed a couple of months in the burn unit. At that point the doctors still

Spring break was very interesting for me. Two weeks can change people a whole lot.

My struggle is that my grandpa had epilepsy. For all I remember is that is he had since I was 8 years old. He had treatments and therapy. Just watching him going though all of that made me cry. He was stuffering so much. The few weeks he looked he was getting worse . All his hair was gone, he was skinny, and very pale. He was getting pills that were bigger than his thumb. I was in my room and I heard a big BAM. I looked out my room and saw my grandpa on the floor. He was having a seizure. My grandma and dad were to flip him over. While my mom was calling the paramedics. I turned over my mom and saw with tears rolling down her face. She told me to go to my room. She didn’t want see to see what was happing to him. But the less she knew I saw

When I was eight years old I learned what epilepsy was. My family was in the car driving to get dinner, with my dad driving. We were stopped at a stop light, and when it turned green we never moved. My mother looked over at my dad and realized he was having a seizure. At the time I did not know what that was; all I remember is a blur of my sister calling 911, and us going to the hospital. It was one of the scariest moments of my life; I thought my dad was dying. Later that night my mom explained to us what a seizure was, and that he was going to be okay. This was the first time my dad had a seizure, and the doctors did not know why. He was sent home from the emergency room that night with no answers and a shaken up family.

Last year, he had become very sick and everyone though he did not have much time left and he would not make it through the summer, all my grandmothers remaining brother and sisters went down to Florida to visit and stay with him for about a month. Every day, they would go and see him and just try and spend time with him hoping for the best but trying to prepare for the worst. His spirit was always strong, but physically his body was failing him. The family was very religious so they would gather in his room, talk about god, sing, and pray. The hospital he stayed at was extremely accommodating and they would help the family any way that they could. Even at times with up to 15-20 people in a room the hospital and staff was very supportive. My grandmother says that being in the hospital with all her family was a great feeling. It was very rare for all of them to be in the same place since they were all spread out. After her time there was done, she flew back to New York and prayed every day for him. Currently, he is still on medication, but is doing much better. My grandmother believes that God has healed him and this event was just another affirmation to keep her faith no matter

Every time I hear about spring break, it reminds me of the day I got lost. I was seven years old, and it was a typical windy spring day. We decided to go to a park festival happening nearby. “Get Ready,” my mom screamed from downstairs. “I am coming,” I replied quickly. I was wearing a greyish shirt which suited with my thick black hair and blackish eyes. My golden yellow pants made a strange contrast with my shirt. My mom who has reddish hair was wearing a sea green top with a blue pant. My father has a black mustache and greyish beard. My siblings also have black hair and blackish eyes like me. We all got packed up, including my siblings and me. We sat in the car, and we were ready to go.

The first time it happened, she was only 16. She passed out at the kitchen table half way through her diner, fork held tightly in her hand. The table shook under her body and I jumped up from my chair running to her, gripping her shoulders in my hands. I shook her, head rocking back and forth, but she wouldn't open her eyes. I cried out and dragged her to the car, my husband following close behind. I kneeled down on the seat cradling my daughter's head in my hands, praying that she would be okay. On the way to the hospital she woke up, briefly, eyes still woven to sleep. She tried to stay awake as my hands held her in a vice like grip. She asked where we were going and why I was so scared. When I opened my mouth her eyes slipped back into that

I was not able to go to the hospital because of transportation issues. I do not have a driver 's license and neither does my sister. My dad was at work and it takes him 2 hours to get home during commute traffic. My brother was in Florida for the week, so he was not able to bring me either. During the seizure, my sister was the more calm one, we decided it was best she rode in the ambulance (the paramedics said only one of us could go). The ambulance drove away without me. I was still just standing there. I could not entirely comprehend what just happened. I was replaying it over and over it in my head, I was traumatized. To give myself a much needed distraction, I went to the pool with my friends. They had no idea what just happened and

We all got into the car and immediately my sister was bombarded with questions. “Is he ok?”, “What happened?”, “Who is with him?” She answered each one to the best of her knowledge. She told us that his heart had stopped and started back up again, and that Mama (my Mom) and Papa (my Dad) were at the hospital with him. The car ride there was a very scary ride, because we were all so frightened by what had happened.

When I was in the 5th grade, I was home alone with my mom. Something really strange was happening so I called 911. The ambulance came right away and took my mom to the hospital. Later that night, she was diagnosed with Epilepsy. Epilepsy is, “a neurological disorder marked by sudden recurrent episodes of sensory disturbance, loss of consciousness, or convulsions, associated with abnormal electrical activity in the brain”. My mom has grand mal seizures, the worst kind. When she has them she loses consciousness, it sounds like she can not breathe, she has violent convulsions and usually when it is over she has a concussion. They last about 4 minutes which is almost dangerously long. After my mom’s convulsions stop, it takes about 15 minutes to a half an hour for her to ‘wake up’. Once she is awake, she doesn't know what has happened and does not comprehend what she is told. It takes her a few days to fully recover from a seizure. Growing up seeing your mom having seizure after seizure, not being able to help and not knowing if she is going to be alright is a really scary thing. Since that day I have had the same fear, that