Eighth Doctor

out I fractured my left and right L4 vertebras in my back. I grew up with back problems because I was born with a form of Spina Bifida and Tethered Cord Syndrome. I had back surgery when I was three years old, and I went to a neurologist yearly. The doctor cleared me and told my parents I could do anything I was capable of. My parents and I never thought I would experience anymore back problems until I fell playing basketball. Since I had to quit all sports, I decided to try and start modeling. The

I all started in fifth grade when I was hospitalized on to find out I have Sickle Cell Anemia. The worst part of it all was then the doctors prevented me from doing what I loved to do most, playing basketball. Being told that I wouldn’t be able to enjoy my favorite past time was like telling a fish not to swim. The season had just started but luckily for me my doctor decided to let me finish.

few and far apart. I had forgotten I am not invincible, and rather than blowing off the amount of pain I was in I should have done more about it. Throughout, the entire year- sophomore year- I had been in and out of the doctors office for stomach issues. Neither of my usual doctors could figure out what was wrong. Before I was admitted into the hospital on Sunday I was placed on heart burn medicine because that was the best guess for my symptoms. That Friday, my Mom made her special super spicy curry

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