The Jeweler 's Daughters '

The parents came out of Grandma’s room by one by one, bags under their eyes, makeup running down their face, and bright red noses. By that time, I could almost predict what happened. As my mom and dad approached us with their heads down, I prepared myself to hear exactly what I never wanted to hear. “The doctors are turning off the life support machine. She isn’t suffering anymore, and she will be looking over every one of you guys. She said she loves you all so much,” Mom told us while my dad didn’t hide his tears back.

The day Luther was supposed to come home was like the past two days: after the dismissal of school, I would go to cross country practice. Grandma would then pick me up and take me home. When I got in the car after practice, Grandma’s facial expression told me that something was wrong, causing the air to strip from my lungs, dropping my stomach to my toes. She informed me that Luther had been taken by ambulance to St. Mary’s in Rochester. Instead of going home, we drove to see him and Mom. The ride to Rochester was a slow blur. Trying to work on homework was useless as constant thoughts about Luther flowed into my mind. When we arrived at St. Mary’s, we went straight to the NICU, where Luther was admitted. Tears filled my eyes when I saw the many chords that were connected to his little body that led to machines that I had never seen before. Mom explained to us what was going on, but I still didn’t grasp the concept that, lying in that little bed, was my baby brother. As an older sister, I felt helpless, knowing that he was going through more pain then I could ever imagine. We stayed for a couple hours, then Grandma took us home. We continued to return to Rochester every day to visit Luther and Mom.

“I don’t feel so well” Jan’s father had suddenly said one morning at breakfast. Her father, a World War II veteran, stood up and went to go lie down. The rest of the family continued with their day. Michael went to see how his father was. When he tried to wake him his father didn’t respond or make a sound. The 11 year old boy was the one who first knew that his father was gone. The memory of her father’s loss is vivid in Jan’s mind. It was a substantial shock after he had survived the horrors of World War II and then just passed away quietly at home one morning. Jan now understands how

Cecilia came out with a new heart a heart that Isiah was supposed to have but instead he gave up his life for her. Ms. Smith didn’t know until she entered the Isiah’s room with Isiah gone and Cecilia with a new heart. Cecilia didn’t know Isiah gave up the heart for her but it was to the nurse to change

This book has an introduction, a total of 20 chapters, and a conclusion. King organizes her book by expressing how her daughter, Josie, passed away at age four due to a hospital error. She then gives contextual information about the family in the following chapter, leading up to when Josie was first taken to the hospital, and how Josie’s passing enabled King to revolutionize the healthcare industry regarding patient care. King narrates the novel in first person, and reveals her experience in a chronological order.

Erin Geoffrey II, his father, a rich, prominent Brain Surgeon, married seven times. Devoted to long hours teaching students tarnished his marriages. Death do us part, was literally deleted in the wedding vows of his last three weddings. In addition temptation had caressed his dark side of life with flames of desire, want and need quite a lot, while the other side of his life demanded full attention with life-and-death decisions daily. Oh, don't get me wrong, Erin Geoffrey II was a grateful man who fought his way from poverty. The horrible disease of brain cancer had taken his mother to her death, dying at home in his arms; he was sixteen at the time. Erin's father was a truck driver, and he left 30 days after his wife’s death, never to return

“Right this way,” the nurse ahead of me was prompting me to a brightly lit hall that was completely foreign to me. I couldn’t help but be terrified by the sights and sounds around me: people chattering, machines methodically beeping, gurneys rushing past. It was my first time in a hospital and my eyes frantically searched each room looking for any trace of my father. She stopped suddenly and I turned to the bed in front of me but I could not comprehend what I saw. At such a young age, I idolized my father; I had never seen him so vulnerable. Seeing him laying in a hospital bed unconscious, surrounded by wires and tubes was like witnessing Superman encounter kryptonite. My dad’s car accident not only made him a quadriplegic, but also crippled

It was later that she found out that she had been kidnapped by an agency that sold people. She couldn’t believe it when the boy told her. Shaking with fear she began to sob again. Closing her eyes she willed it to be dream, but every time she opened them she was still in that bed, restrained, and wearing a blue hospital gown. She didn’t spend too long in the facility and she never got a chance to ask why the boy had been injured.

Through life, we often lose someone we loved and cared deeply for and supported us through life. This is demonstrated by the loss of a loved one when Esther's father died when she was nine. "My German speaking father, dead since I was nine came from some

Her whole world was crashing down. It what seemed like only a split second, her best friend’s father had been condemned to death. Someone who she considered to be like a father was going to be taken away, ripped away from her.

When a young doctor advises immediate surgery for a defective heart valve, the father resists, especially when an older doctor says that rest and medication might take care of the situation. Without surgery, he would die shortly, so in the end, he decides to have the operation despite the risks. So what emerges during the story, from the dialogues between Janet and her father, a brief excursion into the past is a portrait of her father. He is a working-class man, who cares for his daughter and other family members, but is unable to express his love and constantly comes across, instead, as somewhat critical. As he prepares psychologically for death, he briefly toys with the idea of the existence of the soul and the afterlife but rejects that possibility. In calm, he informs his daughter, Janet, about details concerning his house.

At some point during the night Jenn was transferred from the emergency department and admitted to Butterworth’s cardiac intensive care unit in the Fred & Lena Meijer Heart Center. My dad refused to leave my sister’s side, staying with her night and day throughout her hospital stay. He fought with the doctors and nurses when they tried to tell him to go home and get some rest, stating that he felt he needed to be there. Overnight guests were strictly forbidden in the ICU, so they wouldn’t allow him a bed or a reclining chair. My dad slept on the cold hard floor next to Jenn’s bed, waking up for every person that came in the room. Having a conversation with the doctors or nurses every hour checking for status updates reporting any changes in Jenn’s condition that he had

As Cordall’s condition deteriorated, the need more medication, and days slipping by while waiting on a donor heart he grew more anxious. He thought about his wife, young daughter and family; however, he did not know the tragedy that was about to occur. His younger brother, Brian who was suffering from mental illness was involved with an altercation with the police and collapsed after being tased. Brian was transported to a hospital with cardiopulmonary resuscitation (CPR) in progress; however, he did not survive. Cardall did not provide in the memoir why his brother’s organs were not donated; however, bone and tissue were harvested. He was filled with grief and questions, why he had struggle his entire life with his congenital heart

Back to the father his sayings to him help him relieve the pain and everything will be ok because he will be back with his father. From there The Patient is starting to accept the terms that he will

For years we still really do not know what happened, she died an eighteen-year-old woman with an eighty-year-old heart. All our questions went unanswered, lost, and even our religion we began to have doubts. Was there a god? How could he have done such a thing? The healing process was not easy, but became necessary for our families to move on in life. We all needed to heal in life and our faith.