Ulcerative Colitis Affected My Family

My mother was diagnosed with a tumor in her abdomen. This took a tremendous toll on me over the course of the next year. I was regularly traveling from Dallas to San Antonio to be by her side and take her to appointments. Being an only child and my father working in Italy, I was her main support system. Family is everything to me. My mother is my everything. This sudden shift of my focus was reflected in my poor grades. I matured quickly during this time and learned to be successful with a rigorous academic course load. Most importantly, I learned to never give up when all hope seems

After we immigrated to America, my elder brother was diagnosed with schizophrenia, a mental disorder that affects a person's ability to think, feel, and behave clearly. My parents were in shock because my brother went through years of treatment that was wrong for his condition. New challenges arrived as we found ourselves in a foreign country, trying to overcome the struggles that we never faced before. My parents were forced to work minimum wage jobs, and I took on the responsibility of taking care of Imran because we were always very close. I scheduled

Plans unravel without warning regularly. "The heart of man plans his, but the Lord establishes his steps," Proverbs 16:9. Construing plans and setting goals are a part of life. In addition, these are spiritual disciplines. While the Lord calls us to set goals, He also calls us to submit to His will. "For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways declares the Lord," Isiah 55:8. He understands the ultimate picture and how each moment contributes to it; in the end bringing glory to his name. This is a lesson I have encountered many times; even recently.

My life is surrounded by grief. Since I was a little, my mother diagnosed with Crohn’s Disease. At the time, she was the only woman in Thailand who had it. Various years passed, she finally found a hospital that could treat her symptom accordingly. Going in and out of the hospital like it was another house, as well as seeing my mother in deep pain, making me physically and mentally unhealthy. Three months later, my father diagnosed with Liver Cirrhosis and a development of a cancer cell in his liver. Both of my parents remain extremely anemic as a result of taking medicines such as steroid for years. Wistfully, I have to live with the nightmare of losing them one day while I am abroad.

I really enjoyed reading your response to DQ and how well you discribe Crohn and ulcerative colititis. I also wrote similar discription but I includded the part about family history of having ulcerative colititis and especially from a Jewish descent. Both of these diseases similar symptoms so mecidcal evaluation would have to be done to get the right diagnoses. Crohn disease is also associated with smoking and it is silently increase in women than

At a young age, having all four of my grandparents die was crushing. One in front of me, two by suicide and one to cancer. In the second grade when my dad went to rehab, not only eroding our relationship, but also tearing apart my family. As a result, during my third grade year, sleep was rare due to the echoing fighting that I would hear in the adjacent room. Meanwhile this lack of sleep only made school worse. Being called a “retard” because dyslexia made it a pain in the ass to read. This fearful environment slowly began to embed anxiety into my young self. Now that my family was begging to get tired of my hometown in Arizona, we packed our bags and moved to San Diego. In 6th grade is where I got into my first fist fight in the middle school locker room, where Mr. Beckley had to break us apart. Only giving me the “new kid” a bad reputation to some, but respect to others. The ones who began to give me respect, would only bring me down further than I already was. On to my later years in middle school where I was diagnosed with depression and anxiety. Witch felt like a constant rain cloud over me at all times, where the weight of my bed sheets was too much to handle. Therefor causing more chaos in my family. This would give myself an almost constant knot in my throat ready to break down and cry at any part of the day. But like any story, there's light at the end of the tunnel. No matter how long it seems or how dark it gets, there is... Going into my freshman things

Just from the name, you can guess that this disease concerns ulcers. But does this entail anything else? Let us find out in this article about the disease that still has its causes unverified by the world.

Unexpectedly, my father called and with an unsteady voice explained, “I had to take your mother to the emergency room, and she is now being admitted to the hospital.” At age 13, this phone call began the most dreadful time of my life. Prior to this event, I was exceedingly dependent on my parents and even struggled with separating from them. In the beginning of my mother’s hospital stay, my familymy parents and two, younger sisters were constantly divided. My father stayed in the hospital with my mother, while my sisters and I would switch between caring family members and friends. Eventually I grew tired of different environments and decided that staying home alone was the far better option. As a result, I appreciate independence and know how to solely maintain a home.

A hardship that my family and I faced was my mother being placed on disability. When I was four years old, she stepped off a ladder wrong and slipped a disk in her back. To repair the disk, it required multiple surgeries. As a result, she is still on disability. During this time, my father was the main breadwinner in our house, so money was sometimes a tough thing to come by. On top of my mother’s medical issues, I have my own medical issues. I have always had some minor issues, but in the last couple of years they have started to become more serious. During my senior year, I was diagnosed with Polycystic Ovary Syndrome. This syndrome is chronic and so are some of the other issues that comes with it. Now that I am currently enrolled in college,

I felt like I had no one. I craved positivity and motivation for me to fulfill a happy and successful; life with no misery and loneliness. Back at home, I had my mother and my stepfather, whom I was also scared to talk to. She had spent most of her time taking care of him, as he was a cancer patient. Although she was busy, I spent more time with her than I ever did before, she was the happiest she had ever been. Their relationship had a huge role in my change. They were both such humble, loving and strong people, it was contagious. Being in that environment gave me strength to overcome my obstacles. I asked myself, if they could go through harsh circumstances, then my problems were small and I wanted to overcome them and become a positive person. I slowly evolved into a stronger and more independent person. I became my own support system. I would go home, do homework, study and try my best to learn the language. All I had to do was make

Have you ever heard about ulcerative colitis? For those that have not or might want to know a little more information regarding this disease here are in this essay you will learn the definition, risk factors, symptoms, if there is any treatment to cure and many more important details that many of us should take into consideration.

I was born on January 1st, 2003. When I was 2 yrs old I was diagnosed with nephrotic syndrome which is a rare kidney disease in boys. Throughout the years of my life things has been tough. I was frequently in and out the hospital. I was taking a lot of different medications. My immune system is really so I can easily get sick. With that reason said my mom took precautions of me. She let me model and act as a source of fun for me. She didn’t let me go outside as much, so she brought video games for me. Since my birthday is in the winter and I can’t go out and play she through big birthdays every year to make for all the times I couldn’t do things. In 2010 my mom decided to move to Texas with her job while she was pregnant with my little sister

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.

When examining my life I had to figure out how does this topic relate to me, but then I realized that this does not relate to me, but it relates to someone who is near and dear to me. This person who I am talking about is my mother and she has actually been going through chronic pain after she had an accident and this has affected her life for almost 5 years now. I will explain what had happened to my mother and where she is today. It was about 5 years ago and my mother, father, and brother were at a car dealership waiting to get our car fixed, so this was a basic routine

The story began on December 15, my birthday, when I first met my dear husband Mostafa. I started dreaming about a perfect, loving, and cheerful life. Soon after that, we got to know each other and started to plan for our life and our journey to the United States. Ten days later, my life took a tragic turn. My mother was at the hospital for almost two weeks. She had a knee replacement surgery, which is a painful and agonizing operation. I felt terrible; it was as if someone took a piece of my heart. However, this incident left me high and dry. My mother was no longer around to help me because at that time I really needed her by my side. Nevertheless, I told myself, “I need to control these emotions and be strong for her.” When you do not think that things could get worse, it really does. My mom’s wound got infected and she had to go under the knife again to sterilize the wound and stitch it, but this time she was only hospitalize for two days. Subsequently, she left the hospital and I started my duty as a full time nurse to my beloved mother.