Personal Narrative Essay

When I woke up, the first thing I saw was my mom, seated on a chair, smiling at me. I was in hospital bed, and there were curtains around me. I watched the small TV in the corner of the room since I couldn’t talk to my mom. A nurse came in soon after, and told me I could go. She helped me stand up, and walked me to a wheelchair. I was then wheeled out of the hospital after changing out of my gown. I was slightly drowsy on the ride back home, since the gasses still had some effect.

Now it was around midnight and I was settled into my ICU room. Everyone left beside my mom and dad. All I wanted to do was go to bed. Doctor after doctor would come and go checking all my vitals and putting medicine into my IV. When I did get to sleep it was only for an hour. The nurses would come in every hour to make sure I was okay. They woke me up at 6:00am to get another cat scan. The machine was in the basement that looked like it was a place in the movies where all the

October 31, 2014 I went to Albuquerque, New Mexico for my normal doctor’s appointment at the Presbyterian Hospital. Usually at normal doctor’s appointment I get an EKG and echo done then afterwards my mom and I talked with the doctor. The doctor appointment was pretty different than the other ones that I usually have. When I got my EKG and echo done my mother and I talked with the doctors about my heart results. My doctor told me that my heart results wasn’t looking that well and he was going to fly me out to Denver, Colorado for treatment.

From there, the doctors place valve mask on my face for inducing oxygen to reach my lungs. For the rest of the day, I spent resting in my room with only food and water to fill my daily necessities. I could feel my parent’s sadness come all over me like a blanket. They were aggravated because my computer teacher didn’t send me to the nurse’s office when I needed help, and they wanted to sue the school. Then one of the doctors came in and told me that I was going to have to rest for a few days in order regulate my oxygen

It was a monday and my mom and I drove to my doctor, she was aghast at how the doctors treated our problem. She took x-rays of both my feet and compared them, ¨Her toes infected, the pus is way too close to her bones, I don’t like what I see...¨ She gave us a note to have an MRI appointment it’s like an x-ray but more detailed not just bones and it scans parts of your body thoroughly and throughout that you aren’t allowed to move or you’ll mess up the pictures and it’s a very long scan mine took about 40

Mrs. S.P.: Not bad…I am not suffering from pain. They give me some medications every day.

In the middle of the conversation, the doctor walked in and asked me how I was doing.

When the doctor’s office called and said it was time for my checkup, I actually looked forward to it. There were twenty fewer pounds of me stepping on that scale and the nurse was happy to see the improvement. She then led me to Examination Room #1, closed the door behind us, and went for the blood pressure machine.

All of these blood test and stuff are new to me. I have never experienced as many test like these in such a consolidated amount of time. I went in to get the biopsy, and when I got home I felt sick to my stomach. Janis said “ Richard you donʻt look well. I am going to call the doctor right now.” Hi, Dr. Hamilton this is Janis, Richards wife. He just had the biopsy done and he does not look well at all. Dr. Hamilton replied, Ok have him come to the emergency room. Then Janis told me Dr. Hamilton said to go to the hospital right now, and he will meet us there.” I am feeling so sick, that I donʻt think I can get into the car, but if it affects my health, I know i can do it. We quickly rushed to the car and fastly drove to the hospital. Now we are at the hospital and I am waiting to hear from Dr. Hamilton. Dr. Hamilton walked into the waiting room and i felt my stomach drop. I looked over at Janis and her legs were shaking. “Richard, I am afraid to say you have an infection resulting from the biopsy. We are going to put you on IV and antibiotics.” Dr. Hamilton said. I was in the hospital for three days. I wasnʻt to scared, I just wanted to get

The heartbeat coming from my chest began to race so fast that I could hear it. Looking over at my Mama, she didn’t even need to sound a letter - her distinct facial expression told me all I needed to know. “Your diagnosis is Narcolepsy.” A surge of so many emotions has never hit me that hard; I didn’t know what to think or feel. That ‘lazy girl’ that falls asleep during class because she doesn’t get enough sleep at night is no longer who I’m known for. The accusations made against my parents that they keep me up at late hours of the night will come to an end. Swallowing hard, my mind drifts to the disfavor-able memory of when the school counselor threatened to have me taken away from my family due to suspicion of child abuse. There were innumerable reasons as to why my diagnosis was beneficial to me progressing through life. But being diagnosed was only the first footstep of the long journey that awaits me; I'm bound to face umpteen drawbacks that will impede my success in

Over that next week, my symptoms kept changing, with no clear diagnosis in sight. Every doctor had a different idea, and with more blood draws in sight, I was tired of being poked and prodded. Labeling this summer the summer of health, I seemed to be a long way from that. The Friday before my UCI camp, I had a blood draw. Being my fourth one, I was slightly annoyed, yet ready for an answer. After the blood draw I felt extremely tired, my legs weak and burning, my chest pain increasing, my eyes, tongue, and hands were burning and tingling. My mom was out of town, and my dad left for a meeting, leaving my brother to check on me, routinely making sure I could breathe and walk. When my mom arrived late afternoon, she told me we where going to a neurology appointment, through the ER. Suspicious, I climbed into the car, but I trusted my mom and we headed to the CHOC ER

Hours later I woke up feeling even worse than I had before. Luckily, my aunt was stuck at home after getting sandwiched between two cars just outside of Taylor. Upon arriving at our house, my aunt decided to stay and take care of me, every hour or so checking my temperature and bringing me a fresh glass of ice water. She told my family I was fine and getting better, although I knew I was getting much worse. And after hearing the news from my aunt that I was getting better, my mom didn't believe her and she called me to ask how I was doing. I told her I was feeling worse and that I needed to go to the hospital. She responded, “Ok. I will be there as soon as

Do I have the disease now? Will i need surgery? Is this normal? Will it pass soon? Will we make it to the hospital? Will I die? Questions so many questions rushing through my mind, and not enough energy to ask them.

On May 7th I went into my Doctor's office for a check on my health. My parents had been really worried about my health for the past few weeks, I would keep trying to convince them that I felt over a hundred percent, because about 6 months before all of this I had decided to turn my life around for the better. The reason I made that decision was because I was extremely unhappy with myself, I was over three hundred pounds and I wasn’t active and I was very antisocial, and a little depressed. I went on a diet, a serious diet. I changed my life around. I took the friendships I already had and solidified them, made those friendships strong enough that I could seem them last a lifetime. I was on this diet and life changing turn around for about 6 months and it was very nice, I was losing weight and I was happy, genuinely happy, but something about me was off. I was really pale and my hair was falling out and thinning. Eventually it got so bad that it was very hard to ignore or even justify with other reasons, so my parents took me to the Doctors on a Friday morning May 7th. I didn’t think very much of it at the time because I felt fine and I felt like this would just be kind of a waste of time, but I didn’t care because I was missing school so it was like a win/lose situation. I got to the Doctor’s and they made me piss in a cup and it was really awkward because I had never had to do that and I just felt weird about it. Anyways, we went into one of the rooms and they did the

    The doctor came in the room with a worried face, he wanted to talk to us in private outside the room. We went outside the doctor told us that they found that our mom had cancer in her stomach. The doctor told us that they found it so early that with enough treatment she could get cured in about 6 months. But that was the good part, the bad part is that the medicines were too expensive. The job i had right now, working as a youtuber didn’t produce enough money to pay the medicines, and the worst part was that my brother didn’t have money right now because he was building a house. Was desperate for a job that gave me a good amount of money. 1 week passed and i still didn’t have a good job. Until one day when i was watching one of my youtube videos to see if it's good, i saw a commercial about the U.S. Army.