Sarabia As she’s standing in the living room of her house, she hears the click of the cordless phone, she sees her father speaking to his mother and he suddenly starts to whimper, then pauses with silence as he gives the phone to Krizia’s sister; this is Krizia’s first memory of her father having cancer. Krizia was your average fourteen-year-old girl at the time of her father’s death, however the news of her father being sick would permanently scar her forever. Krizia recalled many memories with her father, one of them being when her dad mailed her a stuffed Camel toy when he was stationed in Saudi Arabia, as he was in the military, which she named Sarabia. This was just one of many memories she would always treasure of her dad. While Santiago was not her biological father, Krizia always had a close relationship with her father and always think of him as being her true dad. After seeing her dad cry on the phone, she just knew something was wrong and immediately ran to her room crying. Krizia says her parents “did not keep me in the loop” regarding his illness as a tear begins to roll down her face while she paints her nails. She cannot recall a time in her life where her parents sat her down to have a conversation about his affliction. Krizia begins to describe the day her father succumbed to his sickness. She vividly remembered getting home from school and she was home alone, as her parents were at his doctor’s office for an appointment. Krizia, like any other kid went
Shy is a young Mexican-American who works on a luxury cruise ship during the summer. Carmen is also a Mexican-American cruise ship worker. Their culture and heritage unites them long before they even meet. Another thing that brings these two together is tragedy. Both Shy and Carmen’s families have been impacted by a new and deadly disease called Romero’s Disease. This disease killed Shy’s grandmother and Carmen’s father. Talking and sharing about their losses connects them as a whole,“It went quiet between them for a few long seconds. A shared feeling of loss hanging in the air like gas.” Carmen is very critical to learning about Shy’s past and giving him someone who shares the same feelings.
At the time I entered the room, my world collapsed. My mother was lying on the bed and crying after the surgery. I was only 10 years old but I knew what cancer means. So overwhelmed by my fear and unrest, I lost hope for my life: how can a ten-year-old boy live without his mom?
The author creates themes of commonality that are relatable to many in this story story. There is a crucial moment in rebellious child’s lives that pushes them to act out. For Lola this happens to be her mother and her battle with breast cancer, “with her cancer there wasn’t much she could do anymore” (Diaz 5). Lola,
Father’s eyes remained fixed on his daughter’s tear trails and bloody bubbling nose. His gaze grew pained and glassy. I know that man. He shook his head of grey hair and came to. The man crouched and calmly stroked Sybil’s brunette curls. How he missed her frizzy halo during dark dawns when she woke.
“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
Pearson fixates her memoir on several different instances of medical mishaps that have happened in her career. For instance, she talks about the tragic death of her patient Mr. Rose. This patient provides Dr. Pearson with a life lesson that it is important to cherish the things you have then the things you wish you had. In this case, Dr. Pearson regrets cherishing the remaining time she had with Mr. Rose before he passes away. Another instance she learns a life lesson would be with her patient Elias, a young boy diagnosed with brain cancer. Even though Elias was slowly dying, his parents continued surgical procedures and heavily depended on the hospital staff to create a miracle. Dr. Pearson knew that Elias would not be able to recover, but she continued to assist through the surgeries as her “hands were tied”. Nevertheless, Dr. Pearson reflects that she could have put down her surgical tools and said no; instead, she participated in the surgeries. Later, Dr. Pearson realizes that her role and her identity as a doctor is to help her patients with their problems and to try to solve them as much as she can in a humane and respectable
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.
When he was four years old, by accident, he aimed a gun at his infant sister and resulted in him shooting her. For ten years, he and his mother have tried living with that incident, but Sebastian’s guilt exerts an everlasting effect on him. Simultaneously, his mother has tried her best to avoid talking about and makes herself hide that grief in her. Moreover, his father who wasn’t able to sink in the tragedy left Sebastian and his mother. Over the summer, he considers friends with Aneesa, a girl who he feels comfortable around, with whom he spends quality time with, which allowed Sebastian to forget the pain a bit. But even though all the distractions, he had with her, the ‘voice’ in his head never went away and has been mentally depriving him of his strength. Because of the voice in his head, Sebastian is faced with a complex decision that can forever reshape his life. Sebastian personally feels that since it was a gunshot which started all of this, then another shot can end the
“Don’t tell me you’re getting sick too.” Daniel Rankin said to his friend, classmate, and ex-girlfriend Zoe Amba as she coughed while loading her bag into his brother’s truck. It was an oddly empty day at school that day, as most of the kids were sick; their numbers dwindled each minute as another student would enter the health office where Daniel’s brother was helping out.
Her name is Erin, and her story doesn’t begin tonight. Her story actually began a week ago while she was sitting on her bed. It was her birthday and she had just turned seven. She was busy going through the contents of an old shoe box, and she was crying. In her hand, she held a photograph of her and her mother. They were in their backyard next to a rose garden, and her mother had her arms around her, holding her tightly. Erin remembered every moment of that day. How the sunlight warmed her skin, the sweet smell of honeysuckle in the air, the rhythmical buzzing of a humming bird’s wings that had flown into the yard only fleetingly right before her father had taken the picture. That day was two years ago now, and seventeen months before ovarian cancer had taken her
“This is an extremely painful and uncomfortable book. The author's father committed suicide when she was only 13 years old, leaving behind a wife and four children. Obviously, the struggle to go on with life, to find joy again, wasn't easy. The author writes to her dad as a way to heal, wondering if he can hear her words from wherever he is. She wisely understands that she will never truly know why he committed suicide but she also knows that she was irrevocably transformed by this act.
Delomy put down the pencil on her desk and looked at the half-completed sketch of a raven. Delomy rested her chin on her knee as she remembered why she had stopped. It all came back to her in a flood of memories and colors: the warmth in her father’s dark brown eyes, his firm grip, and his death. Delomy tried to turn the thoughts aside, but they just came back, more vividly than before. She remembered the day clearly. Her father’s headaches had been agitating him more than usual, and when he woke up in the middle of the night with a 106o fever Delomy’s mom had taken him to the hospital. In the morning, they had gotten a call from the hospital. Soon, Delomy’s mother hung up, her lips pressed together tightly. ‘Get in the car. Now,’ she had said.
V.R. is a six-year-old girl recovering from a total thyroidectomy. Her diagnosis of thyroid cancer was very new and because of this her family’s emotions were very tender, which is to be expected. When Meagan and I came into the patient’s room to introduce ourselves, we found V.R.’s father sobbing. He immediately put his sunglasses over his eyes and attempted to pull himself together. A few seconds later he said,
“But your father… he was cruel. You didn’t know this, but he used to beat me, Audra. And when you were a baby and a young child, he grew furious about how much attention I paid. You. He started to hit me more, and when he threatened to turn on you… gave up. He broke me. I forced myself to care less so he would not hurt you. And eventually, our relationship was so distant and fractured, I felt there was nothing I could do.”
Well, not quite. She doesn’t say cancer right away. Mom and Dad don’t know all the details yet, and Mom doesn’t reveal the cancer part right away. But she tells you that Henri has to have his kidney removed. And that’s scary. It’s scary to me and I’m seven years older than you are. Your little brother has cancer. You’ll cry, right there in the car, with Henri’s friend Ava in the back seat. Mom will cry a little too. Mom will cry a lot in the next year, she’s just as strong as Henri is. You get home and Henri is in the front lawn. He got to go to Burger King for lunch, in between his tests, and he got a green dinosaur toy. He’s just sitting there, playing. Happy. Looking back on that, I know now how miraculous that is. How incredible bravery is amplified by youthful innocence. You won’t understand that, and that’s ok. There are a lot of