The Worst Day Of My Life

My mother had picked me up after school. On our way home, we passed by the school where both my uncle Beto worked. There was an ambulance there and we thought maybe a teacher had an accident. Shortly after we get a phone call from my aunt Ana, it turned out that my uncle suffered a heart attack while working. No one saw him while he collapsed, until moments later a teacher saw him laying on the floor, shaking, trying to breathe. My mom and I rushed to the school to see how my uncle was responding to the paramedics. My aunt was already there, we had to take her to the hospital because EMS wouldn’t let her drive while she was still in shock. It was hard to see how the paramedics were trying to help him

One night in January, I couldn't sleep and it was 4am and then out of the blue I got a call from my sister.. At first all I had was questions, “What do you mean his organs are shutting down?” And then she said it-- grandpa’s dying. She called telling me that our grandpa, who was battling cancer on and off for eight years,

My maternal aunt gathered us together and we all sat on the couch. She turned to my mother and told us she had cancer. I looked at my aunt and I did not know what to say or how to respond. Three months later, my father received a phone call from his sister telling him that my pregnant cousin, Elizabeth, was diagnosed with leukemia and had to give birth to her premature baby. She and I grew up in the same house in Arizona and what hurt me the most was not being able to be with her during this difficult time. When we went to visit her in Arizona, my dad told us before entering the hospital room that he did not want us to cry in front of her. I was scared to enter. I did not know what to say to her but I knew I had to be strong. We stayed there for the holiday season but we never celebrated the holidays, that was too

During the spring break of 2015, my brother who was 10 at the time of the traumatic event, had a grand mal seizure at 8:21 in the morning. When I saw him having the seizure I sat in the recliner and felt completely and utterly useless. As his older brother it was extremely traumatic for me because I couldn’t help him and I just sat there feeling as if it was my fault that this happened. All I could do was just watch him shake and writhe on the couch. We were staying at my grandparents’ house and my grandma had dealt with a child that had seizures. So my grandma told us we would wait fifteen minutes and if he didn’t come to his senses we would call the paramedics. Well low and behold he didn’t come out of it so we called 911 and we waited for

When he was able to talk he said to me “I’m sorry that you have to see me this way, I’m supposed to be the big strong brother.” That broke my heart and I just didn’t want to lose my brother, we’re just so close. Over the last week of summer I sat in his hospital room with him from 7 in the morning until 6 in the afternoon. I didn’t want to be anywhere but with him.

It happened when I was young. I was outside at my friend’s house sledding. We were taking a break when I got that phone call from my mom; she was crying. My sister was on her way to the emergency room. I started sprinting through the neighborhood towards my house. My dad was waiting with my brother in the car. My mom went with my sister in the ambulance. I was so scared that I was going to lose my sister. We got to the hospital and we were in the waiting room. It felt like days before we heard about her condition. My sister had pneumonia and mixed with her asthma she was having a hard time breathing. She had a severe attack and couldn’t breathe. If the crew from the ambulance didn’t show up the doctor said she wouldn’t have made it. I know

I really wanted to go and see my brother, but my parents wouldn't let me and that made me When my parents went to go see my brother and I wanted to go, but they wouldn't let me. I sat there and waited for my parents to get back in silence. When they got back they looked like they were about to cry and just me seeing them made me cry. We sat there for an hour in silence until a nurse came in and said we had to go to a different floor and so we headed upstairs and by that moment I knew what was going on, my brother wouldn't make it. When we got upstairs we went into this room that was bigger than the one we were in. We all sat there in silence for a long time and then someone came in and said that we can say our final goodbyes to my brother.Next thing I knew I seen a priest and I tried to stay in the room but I couldn't do it. When my brother was still alive, he was my hero and I wanted to be like him. Smart, caring ,and he helped others.That night really screwed my life, even to this

I think because of this event, I’ve started to force myself to go to school no matter how awful I feel because I was always told school comes first before anything. My goal was to just survive through the pain. This patterned continued of sleepless nights, complaining of headaches, and a constant dull pain in the side of my head. My teachers and my parents were fed up with my whining about it and my constant crying that just finally, I believe it was 3 days later, but it felt like a week before they took me to the hospital. However, none of the hospitals my father took me to have the equipment to treat me or didn’t take our insurance this was at least 4 different hospitals in the Detroit

My mom kept saying "I have got to go see Fran. I need to see with my brother" My mom ran down stairs to get ready to go, I followed her and just stood there, still paralyzed. She hugged me and said that she loved me. I had never seen my mom so panicked. She went into the bathroom to take a shower and I could still hear her sobbing through the door. I was all by myself, now. I was standing in the middle of the family room as the words "He is dead" pierced my heart like daggers of ice. I was screaming OH, GOD NO, and started to cry uncontrollably. The realization that I would never see my uncle again struck me. After I got myself under control I went and packed my things to leave with my mother. As soon as we were done we were on the next flight to New Jersey.

It was the worst feeling I have ever felt. Finally, after spending one week in the hospital, he was able to go home with a follow-up procedure to fix the AVM that had a rupture and bleed. On the day of the procedure to have an embolism, he was going to be put to sleep for 72 hours because, they wanted to keep his blood pressure extremely low, before the surgery the doctor said it would only take one hour, after four hours of seating in the waiting room the longest four hours of my life, like any other human being I was thinking the worst and was scare off all the risk all over again, like any other surgery you have a chance of stroke or even death. I imagine myself without my father and me began to cry, how could I possibly be able to keep living a life where I don’t have my father. The doctor who performs the surgery came out and said everything was good and he had no problems, that was a relief, now the hardest part was going to the ICU and seeing my dad hooked up to what it seem like millions of monitors, and having him breathing with

February 2015 I woke up feeling the need to vomit and I had a bad headache that night I barely got any sleep the next morning my mom made an appointment we got to the doctor's office, with a series of tests they sent me to the hospital to get more tests done the tests took forever later we found out that I needed to go into surgery because my VP shunt broke a day later I was released and on the road to recovery.

We finally got to Lake Regional Hospital and there was not a lot of people there, considering it was autumn and most people come in the summer. Since my grandpa didn’t know all of my dad’s personal information, I had to fill it in. It seemed like the people at the hospital wanted me to write a five-page essay because it took me almost an hour to figure it all out. In the meantime, they took my dad into emergency surgery and put either one or two stents into his arteries. Nobody would tell me what was going on so I had to just sit in the waiting room and wait. Uncle Terri finally came out and explained that one of his arteries was completely blocked but they opened it up and put a stent into it.

Our surgery date was scheduled and the four of us piled in to our van to head down to Baltimore MD. My youngest sister Aspen was too little for the surgery so she stayed home with my oldest brother. Maggie’s bladder reflux effected both sides of her bladder. Therefore, she needed surgery on both sides of her tubes so she went in first. Over the years for me, my right side had gotten better with the medicine. I only needed my left side fixed now. I sat in the waiting room with my father while wearing two patient gowns on top of each other so my backside was not exposed. Before I knew it, my name was called. I was put in a mobile hospital bed. They feed me medicine through a syringe and told me to count to 50. I was out before I got to

We decided to call the ambulance and he was rushed to the hospital. We were sent to St. Michael’s hospital in downtown Toronto. We did not know at the time that St. Michaels was going to be home for the upcoming weeks. My dad was taken in for blood tests, scans, and X-rays while we waited in the hallway of the emergency room. The process took a couple of hours before the doctor came out to speak to us. The doctors in Albania had been right, he had the flu, however, that was not the end of the diagnosis. We were told he had Alzheimer’s, a rare strain that shows minimal signs until it is in the last stages. The flu had speeded up the side effects of the disorder and his brain had suffered irreversible damage.

I don’t remember much about that day. That day led to a lot of bad things and dark days. I was in middle school, 14 or 15. I was feeling a little bit better after i woke up. I had already been gone for a week or more. It start out as a normal morning. I ate breakfast, got dressed, and did all of the essential things to get ready for school. My sister was already ready. She was going to highschool at that time. My brother was isolated in his room, my father was asleep. My mom is always up when we get ready to go to school. That was no surprise. Smokie one of our cats at the time was really old. My mom was was sitting on our couch using her computer. The smell of freshly brewed coffee was in the air. The sun was just coming up, but it was