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Shakespeare and the arts of performing. He was so talented, for goodness sake, he’s been attending New York University. However, if you weren’t aiming to be a lawyer or a doctor on my father side, then you’re basically an eyesore of disappointment to them. What I found disappointing, was that some of them to claim to be great doctors, wouldn’t take their probably dying niece under their hospital wing for a hopeful heart transplant. Yeah, I felt so loved…

Please, let it be cholera. Emma Bertrand pressed a hand against the churning in her stomach and forced herself to move—one foot in front of the other. As silent as possible, she crept along the dark hallway toward her mother’s bedchamber. Her father said the sickroom was no place for a twelve-year-old girl, but she had to know for certain if her suspicions were true. The only light filtering up the wide spiral staircase came from the gas lamps in one of the rooms on the first floor. The unlit chandelier

Do I just stay in the hospital? Is the room going to have no windows?” My voice came out in barely a whisper. I hadn’t even realized I spoke until I looked up at the baffled looks from my parents and the doctor. “I’m just curious, I didn’t mean to upset you or anything. I really didn’t. I’ll can deal with no windows or anything really. Don't worry about me I’ll be fine.” I forced a smile. I refused to be a burden. “Ashlyn,” my mother walked over and

sorry behind out of here but they are not going to take my son. He stormed out the door I didn’t care, quickly changing clothes I went back to the hospital and stayed with my son. Allen was in the hospital for seven days. About the fourth day the doctors were telling me to take a break to take care of myself eat something and come back. Making sure my son was asleep I went to the apartment to shower changed clothes. On the bed was a letter addressed to Max from a female talking about the sex they

Back story: Joe lost his sister unexpectedly from a heart attack. I am his meeting with him at the hospital Conversation: Joe: I cannot believe that my sister is dead, I just spoke with her earlier today (shaking his head). Pastor: (Observing Joe's facial expressions and eyes and solemn voice it appears Joe may be in shock and denial (Egan 66). I take Joe by the shoulders and get his attention looking face to face). Joe this hard to be very difficult for you. Joe: I just cannot believe that she

my life My family is a huge part of my life and I can’t imagine life without them My best friend since 4th grade and is still my friend and always will be When I was five I had horrible stomach pains and the doctor told my parents my appendix ruptured! We haven’t gone to that doctor since considering it wasn’t that severe. We decided to go to Salt Lake and get me checked out, by people who knew what they were doing, to see what had really happened. About an hour later after a check-up and a few

As I trudged through the halls of Wolfson Children’s Hospital, I slowly sipped on a white, chalky liquid. My doctor tried to persuade me it would taste identical to the sweet and refreshing Crystal Light drink, but with every swallow, my stomach became more and more queasy, and I was not convinced. This large drink that took me what felt like days to finish was part of the upper gastrointestinal series and just one of the many tests I was subject to on the long journey of being diagnosed with the

When I gave birth to my son, the recuperation process was not tough for me. I completed my pregnancy at forty weeks with a natural delivery. I was able to move around by myself with little to no pain or difficulty that same day. But, it was a complete different story when my second child came around. At thirty-seven weeks I went to the emergency room with contractions. My baby was breeched and they had to do an emergency C-section because my blood pressure was really high. Unlike, my natural

her skin returned to white like the white pearl and her eyes returned to the original color which looked like the sea. The doctor saw her and said: “You are so beautiful. I never ever met a girl as pretty as her in my life. What is your name dear?” Cordelia said: “Cordelia. Thank you for take care of me. You saved me, doctor. My friends you guys saved me.” At the moment the doctor heard her name, he said: “That is perfect name for you. Cordelia means daughter of the sea and the color of your eyes look

How does one write about a dark past, and let her reader know it wasn’t for the worst? How does one write about a choice that should not have been made that was made anyway? How am I supposed to write about waking up, and my entire world being shattered? How do I write about the days, weeks, months, years following that changed that choice into opportunity and hope? How do I write about rebuilding my life? Because no one can ever really comprehend what waking up is like after you sought out your