Fourth Doctor

out with a report that I had Severe-Moderate Autism, and the language of an eighteen month old. In July or August 2006, I was throwing a HUGE tantrum, it was also the day my mom and my grandma brought me to the doctor. I was still screaming and crying at the doctor’s office, and the doctor said something that changed both my mom and my grandma’s life forever. “Excuse me?!” my mom yelled angrily. My mom wasn’t pleased at all. She made a comeback by defending me, saying that “My daughter has Autism

Chris and I were put in charge of cleaning the house and making sure it was neat and organized. Fourth grade definitely wasn’t the hardest year of school, but it was a challenge trying to juggle homework and taking care of my mother. It was a lot to handle on some nights, so I had tried to find ways to help me stay busy to help deal with my mother

Utilizing the Nurse Millennials, people age 18-34, are visiting the doctor less and less every year. In the Elizabeth Whitman’s article she says, “Half of millennials surveyed by ZocDoc, an online appointment website, in June said they visited a doctor less than once a year, with 93 percent saying they did not schedule preventative visits to the doctor” (Whitman). These numbers seem very similar to William Jewell’s campus. Most students do not go visit the nurse practitioner here on campus.

How does it feel to know that your little brother, who you adore in every way possible, has something "wrong" with him? Something you cannot fix and neither can medicines or doctors. That he has this disorder that has an unknown cause. But you do know that he 'll be different from all of the other children, that school will always be a difficult task for him, and maybe he 'll be alone because he won 't have any friends. All of these thoughts and more came to my head when I heard the news that my

In the summer of 2006, my life took its first unexpected turn: I was seventeen years old and diagnosed with endometriosis. After I exited what I thought would be an exploratory laparoscopy, doctors explained how they had to perform a left-oophorectomy secondary to a large endometrioma. I was devastated. However, what was most shocking to me was the fact that it was done without proper consent or any prior explanation of the surgery’s possible outcomes. Eventually, I recuperated well and came to

confident there would be nothing wrong because they were to healthy adults with no genetic diseases or disorders. The first thing the doctor did was run tests on the two of them to make sure they were telling the truth about being healthy. When the test came back, the doctor found that both of them were carriers for the gene which causes sickle cell disease. The doctor

It was the summer going into fourth grade. Waking up that morning my mom, short with brown curly hair, surprised me with a big box that had come from the mail. She said “Your aunt Claire from Colorado sent you some new clothes to have.” I opened the box and came to find a whole bunch of different clothes like tank tops, shorts, and bathing suits. I had noticed that there were doubles of some of the clothes. At the time my bestfriends name was Mia. She was small with long red hair. I told my mom

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

easy way and got the patch. With the patch you wear it for three weeks and the fourth week you have your period. Later that month Rodney took me to prom and we had so much fun with each other. We were really in a relationship by then, May is here now and I have just turned the Big 18. That means I

We lost seven of our first nine basketball games. All we had to do to start winning was lose our starting guard—me—to injury. I broke the fourth metacarpel in my left hand just below the ring finger during Christmas break of my senior year. Of the nine games we played, I started all of them, and we lost all but two of them. Then, after my injury the team won sixteen of their last eighteen games. I could have learned many lessons from this experience, such as “I should have given up basketball nine