Ted The Search For A Surgeon Who Could Lengthen My Leg

I will now discuss how I was thinking and feeling during this event. I had been working at the hospice for over a year and had looked after patients with MND before. I had an idea of how it can affect communicating with the patient. I was apprehensive about approaching Patient A as I didn’t know what difficulties I may find whilst trying to communicate with her. She was able to communicate very well using the pen and writing down, and using hand gestures. I learnt that by speaking clearly with easy to answer questions we were able to communicate with each other effectively. Afterwards I felt pleased that were able to determine the problem and find a solution for her, despite the communication barriers.

So I could remember the time in 3rd grade when I broke my leg. How did I break my leg? I broke my leg by getting it stuck in a seesaw at the playground. So I was at my sister's soccer game and I went to the playground. The first thing I went on was the seesaws. What I did is I walked up the seesaw and my leg slipped in between the pipes in the seesaw. I didn’t know what to do so I lifted my leg out. What I didn’t know is when I lifted it out, I twisted it and broke one of the bones. So i limped my leg to my parents and told them what happened. They took me to the hospital and discovered one of my bones and had to be on crutches for about two months. This is one interesting fact about me. Three other interesting facts about me is I am a

Twenty-one years ago, my parents received the devastating news that my lungs were not developing properly and as a result my mom had an induced labor. I was born as a premature baby, weighing only 3 lbs. and was placed in the care of neonatal nurses in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit (NICU) for 18 days. While my mom came to visit me, she would notice how well the nurses would care for me. Though their jobs were tough, the nurses would often carry me while I was crying and would often talk me to sleep, sometimes singing lullabies.

I was thirteen, and I had just come home from a school softball game. My friend Dalton had invited my sister and I to come and swim at the neighborhood pond. My sister stayed home, but I got permission to go. After a while of swimming, Dalton looks at me claims that he’ll jump out of a tree near the bank if I jump out. Of course, I accepted my friend’s little dare and climbed into the tree, focusing on the seven-foot-deep drop-off off of the bank. Regrettably, I didn’t jump far enough. My right leg landed in the drop-off, but my left leg hit the clay, which caused all of my weight to shift to my left foot. I felt an immense pain in my ankle and started screaming while crawling over to the bank as Dalton ran to get my mom. After I finally made it to the emergency room, I found that I had broken my fibula at an upward slant, which caused the upper part of the bone to slam down into my ankle.I had completely blown out every ligament and tendon on the left side of my ankle. I had to have a plate and four screws implanted into my fibula along with the surgical repair of all of my ligaments and tendons. The entire ordeal left me extremely interested in the human body, and this interest was heightened when I had to get my appendix removed a few months later and again when I took Anatomy and

On September 28, when we went to Tripler Army Medical Center, I was placed in the Cardiac Ward. At that time, I was able to learn so many diagnosis dealing with the patients. The nurse had briefly explained what was going on with each individual patient and the type of treatments they are doing to help. She had also neatly clarified each medication she was giving them and told me exactly what it was used for. I was able to get an experience of hands on by taking a patient’s temperature. I had shadowed as she did so many things to make the patient feel comfortable and did everything to the best of her ability to make them happy. She had taught me how to record every piece of information about the patients on the computer by showing me what

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

I wandered throughout the hospital hallways. An unfamiliar place to me, thus I began to explore. It was 9 am and some patients had already lined up to see their physicians. I was shadowing Dr. Waterman, a family medicine resident. I followed her on the morning patient rounds, she would introduce me to her patients, asking for their permission for me to observe. As the shadow, I tried to remain imperceptible but observant. That day, I got exposed to different medical disciplines. In one case was an 83-year-old Caucasian female with dementia. She had come with her two children who broke down in tears when she couldn’t even remember who they were. Dr. Waterman’s response transcended beyond patient care and got families involved. She would report

The procedure always spoke to me as an embodiment of the human spirit. ‘ If we cannot fix it one way, we will do it another; If we cannot mend the brain, we will correct the feet.’ Ever since my operation, I have used this same outlook to overcome all the handicaps. When I came home from the procedure, I had both legs in soft-wrapped splints. I was to be non-weight bearing and to keep still. The recovery period was frustrating for me and absolutely maddening for my mother. I had no interest in being immobile. So within days of coming home in the splints, I had to be brought back to the hospital. I had snapped the splints in to by trying to crawl. Afterwards, I was put into hard castings and I was more cautious. Once out of my castings, I had to endure a year or more of physical therapy, because I had to learn how to walk again. To this day, I refuse to let my disability stunt my potential. I have tried at every available opportunity to challenge myself, to keep on fighting, and to invent ways around my

There were only six people, including myself and my mom, in the orthopedic clinic's waiting room. The other four were two couples. When we entered, one elderly couple glanced up with wrinkled faces. The other was a mother and her adult son, and both smiled at me and my mom. After we had checked in for my appointment, we sat and waited like the other patients. At the age of 15, I was the youngest in that waiting room. I was also the only one wearing a cast on my arm. I felt a bit out of place. Then the door to the doctors' offices swung open. A young couple walked out, holding onto the hands of a little girl. They all had sparkling eyes and beaming faces. Upon closer observation, I realized that the girl couldn't comfortably hold onto her dad's hand because she was wearing a prosthetic forearm and hand. Despite her condition, I couldn't help but smile at the sheer image of her joy. As the family walked by, I stuck my good hand out and asked for a high five. She was shy, but her parents encouraged her. She missed the first time, but after a successful second attempt with her prosthetic hand, everyone in that room, even the women at the

ended up fracturing my tibia and breaking my ankle. I had to have a cast for a total of about

For this week’s forum I have decided to discuss Femoral Stress Fractures. My son who is now seven, had a terrible accident last winter. He ran top speed into the kitchen, the floor had just been mopped. He tried to pivot to turn into his room and didn't quite make it. Seeing the pain, he went through in this experience taught me allot about the femur bone and some of its characteristics. The femur is one of the strongest bones in our body. It is uncommon to break this bone as easily as he did. Without knowing him at all, the doctors took one look and called cops because of this type of break. The bone wasn't fractured it was completely broken. I know my son and I know how he gets when he is off his ADHD medication. This being one of those times, he was out of control that day, constantly running in the house despite our constant warning him to not run in the house. I wasn't surprised when I read in chapter 21 that femoral stress fractures were also uncommon.

Eight years ago on a February tenth, I had a surgery. I remember going two weeks before to the doctor when the doctor diagnosed that I had hip dysplasia. “Is an abnormal formation of the hip socket that, in its most severe form, can eventually cause crippling lameness and painful arthritis of the joints.” The doctor quickly sent me to the hospital of Duke in NC that day was hard and scary for me. The only thing I can remember is the time when they put me to sleep and when I woke up surrounded by other people in the same condition I was.

After graduating, I volunteered at the mobile pediatric free clinic, Kerry’s Kids, providing primary health care services to underserved children and their families in the San Francisco Bay Area. I took on one of the most satisfying roles of my life as the program coordinator, running clinics in seven shelters. I worked closely with pediatricians and nurses, who devoted their weeknights to providing medical care, and I was deeply moved by their dedication and compassion. The patients that came to the

Most of femoral fractures in pediatrics heal without any long-term sequelae irrespective of the treatment methods . However, Some authors reported excess shortening and angulation in around 43 % of cases managed by spica casts.

The air was so fresh and the sky was perfect blue, not a single cloud in the sky over the farm. As soon as we arrived the director of the event greeted me like a friend and not just a volunteer. It was the most heartfelt welcome I have ever received from a stranger. She informed me that I would not only be registered as a volunteer, but also as a patient. Just hearing that information filled my heart with joy! It sent me over the moon knowing they honored my disease and all that I went through on the journey my illness sent me through. They told me I didn’t fight that hard to beat my disease to not have recognition and praise for being a fighter. After walking around the lot and seeing all the events, it was as if I were watching a video of myself going there as a kid and participating at every booth. There was the stage; as a child I got