The paramedics swerve between the double yellow lines, nearly missing another ambulance headed for a pickup. Quickly parking the truck in the emergency parking, jumping out and grabbing the stretcher. I hop out after them, as a paramedic straddles Tommy, providing treatment and unhooking him from the trucks machines. They burst through the double doors, the wheels of the stretcher screeching on the freshly buffed floor. The only thing I can hear are my pounding footsteps. "Miss, you cannot go in there." The receptionist stops me. Her hand flies up, freshly manicured, and pushes against my chest. My heart sinks. I can see him trembling as the stretcher disappears from my view, Tommy had another episode. "But...but...why?" is all I can choke out, as my mind fills with a series of horrible …show more content…
“Miss, may I speak to you for a moment in private,” the handsome thirty one year old doctor asked. He was the same oncologist from five months ago, and I could tell by the expression on his face this was not good news. I stared at him, opening my mouth slowly but nothing came out. My head nodded. This was it. He brought me into his office. A quiet corner office, with a view of the parking lot. There's a faint smell of tuna salad left in the air, from what I assume was his mid morning snack. My eyes traveled around the room, reading the diplomas, studying the awards and observing the family photos. “Try to stay positive,” I told myself only half believing I meant it. “This could just be a scare, you don't know if the cancer is actually back,” I whispered quietly trying not to let the doctor hear me. I could see Tommy lighting up when they told him he was cancer free. Thrilled to go out and play with his friends. I could see him getting the winning point during the basketball game, and placing the corsage on his beautiful date as they entered prom together. He would have a normal life again. The doctor clears his
Seconds later, Booker’s tranquil face came into view and he managed a tense smile. “Sorry,” he mumbled, his cheeks flaming with embarrassment. He felt like a fool because he knew both Booker and Levine were trying to help him, but he was struggling to control the fear that was steadily rising, making it difficult for him to breathe.
He is thankful that for now his largest tumors seem to be stable. He says, “I am taking it a day at a time, a month at a time, a chemo cycle at a time. Sometimes I feel like a time bomb. No one know how this is going to go and no one can tell me. How do you live when you know next month may change dramatically? How much of my life do I have left? I always said I don’t know what tomorrow will bring. I have to be more mindful that this time bomb may go off at any time. Having cancer recalibrates everything for you. I am more mindful of how I spend my days and my time.”
He decides to return to the hospital. Carmody again a member of the staff says
“’So what’s your story?’” she then then replies “’I already told you my story. I was diagnosed when-‘” He interrupts and says “’No, not your cancer story. Your story. Interests, hobbies, passions, etcetera… Don’t tell me you’re one of those people who becomes their disease. I know so many people like that. It’s disheartening. Like cancer is in the growth business, right? The taking-people-over business. But surely you haven’t let it succeed prematurely’” (Green, 32).
“Stop it!” called Tatiana, playfully. Her boyfriend, Zach, was inspecting her skin very carefully. “Look,” he answered her, his voice taking on a more serious tone. “Today a woman walked into the clinic for her annual physical. Everything about her seemed fine. She leads a balanced lifestyle, she eats well, she exercises: she’s healthy! But as she was about to leave, I noticed a mole on her arm. It had many of the warning signs of skin cancer. So, I removed the mole. This woman now has to wait for the lab results to see if it was cancerous. If it is, maybe we
“Hey, you can’t die yet old man, stay here and I’ll grab some supplies from the office!” Tristin yelled as he ran in the direction of the nurse’s office. Tristin frantically searched through the room and came up with a roll of gauze, some medical scissors and a few advil. “Well, it’s better than nothing I suppose.” Suddenly Tristin was grabbed from behind and shoved forwards into the ground.
Like most things in life becoming a paramedic is a process. To be a paramedic he/she must build on their education as a Basic Emergency Medical Technician (EMT). When an EMT advances to Paramedic their education allows them to understand how a scene is operated, make use of their basic skill set, and manage stressful situations better. When an EMT begins their career they quickly learn a scene does not always operate the way the book says. Due to this reason, it is important that the EMT familiarize them self with real-life scene operations before they are placed in charge of patient care.
Roy and Joanne began to notice some changes as the next few days went by, causing both of them to become more excited and optimistic. For some reason, even though neither talked too much about what they discussed about before, Johnny seemed to trust Roy and Joanne. He seemed to trust Roy more than Jo, but considering how close the two had been before, it wasn’t too surprising. It also gave Jo the chance to spend more time with Chris and Jenny. John also finally started to be awake more than he was asleep, although he took frequent naps throughout the day and could fall asleep without warning. One thing that didn’t surprise anyone was how fast Johnny’s appetite came back. It seemed after his first meal, despite being unable to eat much at once,
While the man before her speaks, she examines her surroundings, perplexed by her situation. She tries to digest what the Doctor before her is saying, but due to her confusion, she can only comprehend fragments.
“Andrea, some wounds can’t be seen from the outside. The only way patients can be brought in here is if the other doctors outside confirm that the injury is critical. Look here, do you see the way he is breathing?”
“Stop it!” called Tatiana, playfully. Her boyfriend, Zach, was inspecting her skin very carefully. “Look,” he answered her, his voice taking on a more serious tone. “Today a woman walked into the clinic for her annual physical. Everything about her seemed ne. She leads a balanced lifestyle, she eats well, she exercises: she’s healthy! But as she was about to leave, I noticed a mole on her arm. It had many of the warning signs of skin cancer. So, I removed the mole. is woman now has to wait for the lab results to see if it was cancerous. If it is, maybe we caught
Mobile Integrated Healthcare, Community Paramedic (MIH/CP) is a nationally recognized program where local Emergency Medical Services (EMS) have become involved in providing patient-centered care in partnership with local resources such as social services and primary care (Mobile Integrated Healthcare and Community Paramedicine (MIH-CP): A National Survey, 2015). These programs range in services from in-home consultation for chronic disease management to deploying telemedicine to connect homebound patients with offsite care givers. The author states: “From medical homes to care teams to accountable care organizations, the concept of collaborative, integrated, patient-centered care is a major theme of healthcare reform - and MIH-CP (p. 9)”.
The sheer helplessness in Tom’s voice brought tears to Booker’s eyes, but he knew it was in his friend’s best interest to remain in the hospital and receive a full evaluation. “Tom, listen to me,” he commanded quietly. “Just let the doctors do their job, and you’ll be home before you know it.”
I could see nervousness and fear in his eyes. He was evidently worried about the surgical procedures that were involved, but I had no means of comforting him. The doctor, though, was composed and went on to explain his condition and how the surgery is safe. My grandfather looked at him with trust. His face turned from a face of anxiety to one of relief, having the reassurance that he needed.
Flashing red and blue lights accompanied by an alarming siren in the distance is signaled when the double doors of the emergency room burst open. Pushed by several nurses, doctors, and other medical staff, a lone hospital stretcher with a bloody, wounded patient flies through the medical center towards the doors to the operating room. This image is what generally comes to mind when you think about an emergency room. Many people believe that the hospital’s emergency room is a dark and scary place. While this is true, the common misconception is that the emergency room is a place clear of humor, when in reality humor is present, even necessary, for many reasons. Many television shows, like the show ER, are based in the setting of the