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On Wednesday, November 26, 2014, I was coming out of a very hectic day at work, when I received the news that had me breaking down in tears. “Odette your mother is in the emergency room.” I could not believe the words that were coming out of my father's mouth in that instinct. So many thoughts came rushing through my mind. “Why, my mom?” I kept on asking myself, but I knew that I could not show my depression to my two younger siblings. The reason for that was that I did not want to scare them nor make them feel the horrible feeling that I was feeling inside. Even though I appeared to look fine in the outside, my precious soul was dying in sorrows in the inside. The scariest thought of knowing your mother is in danger and that you cannot do anything to save her is very traumatizing. I honestly felt like my hands were tied behind my back while I saw her drowning in pain.

On February 23, 2016, I was confronted with a scare that changed my life dramatically. My Mother Colleen Micele was admitted into Bayonne Hospital due to feeling ill, however, rapidly circumstances changed for the worst. My mother was rushed to the ICU unit and her time she had left us had been decreasing by the hour. My mother developed a condition called Pulmonary Edema which is when the lungs fill with fluid. This condition had caused my mother's lungs to then collapse which lead to my mother develop Atrial Fibrillation. Matters had become extremely severe and life threatening once my mother had become Septic. The uncertainty and living second to second not knowing if my mother would make it through her illness for 5 weeks emotionally destroyed

I was born very early and had teenage parents who did not really have their life together at that time. My parents were both high school dropouts. My dad dropped out because school was not for him and he just wanted to work and get money and my mom dropped out because school was not for her also and she was pregnant with me and did not want to deal with school. My dad worked everyday to keep our family moving and my mom just stayed at my grandmas house with me because obviously she had to take care of me. So we were living by paycheck to paycheck. One year later my sister was born and two years later after that my other sister was born. Since my parents really did not have that much money to get our own place we would live at my grandmas house to my papa’s house but at times we would have to camp out at the beach because we had no other choice. When we would live at the beach I would think that we were just camping for fun but I did not realize that we did not have any place to stay. My parents clothed me and my sisters, provided food for us, but we did not have a house over our head. So

As per the Mayo Clinic the symptoms that the patient encountered is related to a pituitary adenoma, due to the tumor pressure (www.mayoclinic.org). The visual disturbances and headaches indicate an increase growth, which causes pressure to the surrounding area. The weight gain and increase in shoe size is caused by an increase production in growth hormone. Excess production in growth hormone can cause enlarged hands and feet.

Stressors like sudden life changes or strains and catastrophic events (Gill, 2012) are likely to impact negatively on health. Even daily hassles may seem amplified as stress accumulates and effects all aspects of life. For some patients, the event of being diagnosed or experiencing a chronic condition can be traumatic – as may be expected. The ability of these people to assess and adjust effectively determines whether resilience or maladaptation is provoked… To acquire resilience one must deal with stresses in a productive manner. Along with employing other coping methods, seeking or providing social support is one of the simplest ways to implement. Healthcare consumers with strong family connections and who acknowledge their spirituality often adopt positive outlooks and overcome stressful experiences collectively (Gill, 2012). Chronic conditions can drastically alter a patient’s individual needs, in turn, affecting their maintenance of optimism. Needing

As, we settled in Palatine, without a father in my life, I basically became a father and a caregiver to my brother and sister. Many days and nights, my Mother, had to go out and run some errands, there would never be anyone to babysit my siblings especially since money is so tight. I would be the one watching them, many times it could be for hours and other times it could be all day. They would often have seizures, which I learned how to take care of and learned how to distribute the emergency medication. Often, I would have to come home from school or practice and help make dinner, clean the house, or help get my brother and sister ready for bed. After doing all of these chores to help my Mother out , and i would still be able to crank out my homework, and still manage to get great grades, because I knew the importance of them. This has always been a stressful situation in my life. My life has made me a better person, everything has matured me, and made me a better person. All of this is a part of my identity/background , it's made me who I am, and prepared me for the life. I'm not the normal football jock, this is my

On January 5, 2009 my father pasted away. He and I did not have the typical father-son relationship; we did not have a relationship at all. I presumed that it would have a little if any affect on me. However, as the semester continued, it seemed to get worse. Besides my father’s passing, several weeks later my grandmother was diagnosed with dementia. It was difficult for me to deal with, but it was more difficult for my mother to handle.

Mayo established a temporary hospital to provide care for the injured, as well as enlisted assistance from Mother Alfred Moes and the Sister of Saint Francis to provide nursing care despite the lack of medical training. The Sister of Saint Francis and William Worrall Mayo opened the doors of St. Mary’s Hospital in 1889. A hospital that was developed to fill a need in the community has since developed into the world renowned health care organization which is now also, referred to as the destination medical center. The Mayo Clinic organization has grown into three hospitals located on two different campuses in Rochester, MN. The core of the Mayo Clinic would be the Mayo and Gonda buildings; this is where most of the outpatient visits are held,

The summer of 2015 brought many memorable events for me including celebrating my sweet sixteenth birthday and passing my drivers test. However, my mother’s diagnosis of breast cancer and her journey fighting that awful disease was the event that most marked my transition from childhood to adulthood. I have a very close knit family and before my mother’s diagnosis, everyone had been very healthy. I guess I took a lot for granted including my family’s health, and I didn’t realize or consider what really was important in life. Prior to my mother’s illness I was a typical self centered teenager, not really concerned with anyone else but myself. I had always seen my mother, a full-time nurse, as a strong person who took good care of herself and her family. When I first learned that my healthy 48 year old mom had breast cancer, I was so scared. The thought of losing my mom made me feel very vulnerable. However, I soon found an inner strength and courage that I never knew I was capable of possessing.

Growing up, I never fully understood the significance of having my parents around. Seldom did I fully cherish spending time with them, or showed them that I appreciated the things they did for me. I always thought that my relationship and time with them was certain. With this mentality, I never learned to be grateful for my family and the opportunities they’ve given me. Not once had it occurred to me that there was a possibility that at any moment, I could lose them unexpectedly. However, at the age of twelve, the mindset I held with me completely altered, when my father was diagnosed with acute lymphocytic leukemia.

There are many cases where my brothers and sisters seeked for me whenever unfortunate circumstances unfolded. For instance, whenever our mother had leave us to go to work, there was no one to look after us. I had to step in and take care of them myself. I was no older than ten years old. Everyday I had a sickening fear that I would fail to take care of them. I couldn’t let them know or else they would be scared that I wouldn’t be

Throughout my life, I’ve gone through everything that could possibly put me in emotional distress. I’ve been down a broken road with my father, the man I love so much I’ll make every excuse for whenever he disappoints me. I’ve encountered life where it’s not so enjoyable due to unacceptance and never ending judgment by my biggest critic, my mother, the woman whom I should feel most secure with. However despite the emotional mounds of pain these matters carry, I was able to lift the suffocating weight long enough to realize everything that burdened me, made me strong enough to have the will power to be independent and make life changing decisions on my own. At three years old, I met my biological father in a local supermarket’s parking lot; I remember vividly, the exact moment when this stranger held me in his broad, strong arms. I recall screaming at an immense volume not even laying eyes on him. All I had been focused on was finding my mother, the woman who played both parental roles in my life. This clearly justified the great state of confusion I was in in his presence since I wasn’t at all aware I even had a father. As I grew older, the visits to my father’s house became the norm and having begun developed a “best friend” type of relationship with him, I found myself crying more and more when I had to go back to my mom’s settlement. I never wanted to leave; my life became filled with happiness, filled with a father’s love I had never felt

I creeped up to my parents bedroom door and pressed my ear against it. Taken back, I felt apprehensive, I didn’t know what to do or what to expect next. I ran to my big brothers room, leaping into his arms. My brother, Josh, began asking me what was wrong. Shaking and feeling distraught I began to explain what I had heard. I realized that the new barbie coming out was no long as important as how my life was about to change; my parents were going their separate ways. I was just six years old when my mother told me the words that no parents ever wants to say to their children. I witnessed my parents relationship devolve into constant tension. Each argument between them was agonizing, and a constant deafening silence filled my mind as my parents

Ever since i was little my mom was in and out of hospitals because she was really sick all of the time.She was with us all as me and my older brother was growing up. But when my sister was born my mom was only with her for a year. My sister’s first christmas my mom came home and my sister didn’t even really know who she was. I really didn’t know how bad it was till fifth grade when i began to become depressed because of her sickness.

Mothers and Fathers are a crucial and essential part of family. They are always there to help you through anything and everything in life. Family isn’t merely a connection between blood, but rather one within the heart. When I was young, in about first grade, I was at school and I started feeling dizzy and queasy. Therefore, I asked my teacher if I could go to the bathroom and she allowed me to do so. The next thing I knew, I was throwing up in the bathroom, feeling lonely and scared. Nothing I had experienced seemed worse than that moment. I went to the nurse, who was just around the corner, and she examined me and gave me medication to help ease the pain. She found out that I had a fever,