February 14th to most people is the day of love. Couples make reservations at the fanciest restaurants, offices are filled with flowers and chocolates, people get in engaged, girls cry about being alone. I on the other hand cried for another reason. February 14th changed my life. The doctor walked in to a room filled with zoo animals and pastel colors at Cincinnati Children’s Hospital. Already in the room were two parents whose faces were ridden with fear, even though words of encouragement to their child spilled out of their mouths and one terrified fifteen-year-old who sat on the edge of the cold, hard hospital bed. The doctor however was very optimistic, showing no sign of alarm. I remember him shaking our hands, while introducing himself. He was a very kind, soft spoken doctor. However, after he told me what the diagnosis was I do not recall much information. I was in shock and anxious of what the future may bring. Level one flashed in the elevator, the nurse rolled me down to the very end of the hallway and into the lab area where they would take my blood so …show more content…
Doctor Henrickson explained the joint disease and what it entails. My everyday routine would have to be altered. I would be unable to play soccer, the sport that I have played since I was a young child. I would be forced to suspend physical therapy for my previous knee injury because of how it could affect the PJIA. I would eventually be put on homebound my sophomore year of high school because I was unable to walk and do activities as a result of the pain. And I would spend one day every month meeting with him and my other caretakers so they could examine me. The doctor finished telling me what I could expect in the upcoming future and when he shut the door to allow my family some alone time, the three of us sat in the same positions and processed all that had happened and could
February 15 is an important date in my life, but not only for my life for the lives of others
As we were waiting, I truly came to the realization that life isn’t everything you expect it to be. Sometimes things happen and there’s no preparing for it, you just have to know how to adapt to the situation. They tested me multiple times and came to the conclusion that I have SJIA. I was terrified because I had an actual disease. I had always taken care of myself, ate balanced meals and exercised, but it still happened. I had to get knee surgery to flush out the inflammation and bacteria that had accumulated in my right knee. After a week in the hospital, I began treatment, and up to this day, though my arthritis has alleviated, the knee pain persists occasionally every once and a while. I learned that life is unpredictable; not everything is gonna go the way you want it to. My thinking and mindset matured greatly. It shows the transition from childhood to young adult. I learned to value family more. Being a freshman I mainly thought of myself, that everything was about me and I should only care about
There are different types of arthritis such as gouty arthritis which causes a swelling usually in the big toe, psoriatic arthritis that often occurs along with psoriasis and reactive arthritis which usually involves the eyes, urethra and joints. Juvenile arthritis is an umbrella term used to describe any form of childhood arthritis or arthritis-related conditions which affects people under 16 years old. The most common form of childhood arthritis is juvenile chronic arthritis (JCA) which is also referred to as juvenile rheumatoid arthritis (JRA). Individuals who suffer from JRA experience stiffness and joint inflammation that result into swelling, warmth, soreness and redness of the joints. JRA, also
As many know, I had surgery this past week. Surgery is extremely rough, especially for those who have been constantly battling their problem. My knee has been a mystery for my doctor for over two years and I can not fathom why this crazy mishap happened to me of all people.These last two years have been the worst years of my life due to unexpected illnesses and surgeries.
To say that this incident was the defining moment as to why I chose medicine would be an exaggeration, but it had undoubtedly been an affirmation of my decision. To embark on a career in Medicine was not an easy decision, and it was certainly not something that I had aspired to be from a young age. In fact, it took nearly half a decade of careful consideration and exploration before I reached this conclusion. My motivation to become a doctor stems not only from my love for science, but also from the special connection that is established between a patient and a doctor during diagnosis and consultation. The opportunity for devoting a lifetime to alleviating illnesses stands as my inspiration. I believe that there is no other profession that can be compared to one which utilizes one’s acquired abilities to bring about a more immediate impact on someone’s life, just as this experience had
It was near the end of a clinic day when I escorted a mother and her four year old daughter to room three, laid out her chart, and put up an x-ray of a the child's knee. Once the doctor had finished with the patient in room two, walked over to the x-ray display, pointed to four small pointed bone protrusions, silently put up the x ray of her shoulder, pointed to another three then sighed. After turning to see what was probably a confused look on my face, he said a single word- tumors. I had seen several other patients with cancer; usually it was caught early, and treatment began very soon after. However, that was not the case here. I stood discreetly by the door as it was explained to the patient's mother, with the help of a translator as the doctor didn’t know Spanish and the mother English, that in order to give her daughter the best possible chance, they would have to take her four hours north of here to a hospital in San Antonio. The mother replied in a small voice that that wouldn’t be possible
The waiting room was filled with twenty to thirty children and their overwhelmed parents. I watched as these families waited two to three hours to see a physician. They would only spend ten minutes with the family and send them home with a prescription in hand and the hope that their child would get better. It left me confused as to what it meant
Last September, my injury never fully got better from ballet. So, in March I heard my knee “pop” and, I could not walk on it. I was on crutches for 5 days due to the pain. I had to wear an ugly knee brace everyday and used a lot of ice. The physical therapist thought I might have torn something in my knee. I was happy to find out that nothing was torn in my knee after all.
Every time I went to see Dr. Gomez, I was fascinated by his practice. There were so many things unknown to me. Yet, I was most in awe of the way Dr. Gomez treated my family. Every visit, Dr. Gomez would take his time talking to me, making sure that he understood all my problems and that my parents and I understood the results of any diagnosis. Knowing that my parents were immigrants with weaker English, he made sure to keep his explanations clear and concise. My parents and I would come in flustered about a certain symptom; however, at the end of every visit Dr. Gomez would not only treat me, but he would also make sure that my family was soothed. Throughout my time as his patient, he did not only serve as my healer, but also as my mentor, giving me advice on how to succeed in school and, noticing that I had an interest in medicine, explaining his own occupation.
Juvenile Rheumatoid Arthritis (JRA), or sometimes called juvenile chronic arthritis, is a disease that affects children causing joint inflamation which makes the joints stiff and painful. This Disease affects about one in one thousand children ages sixteen and younger. Doctors have also found that the more joints affected the more serious the disease and symptoms are less likely to go into full remission.
On this day, February 18, I got to meet the love of my life the person who changed my world forever
Did you know that about 294,000 children under the age 18 have been diagnosed with JIA. There are a lot of unexpected things that can happen. Many people want to know what JIA is, what symptoms are, and what happens when you are diagnosed with JIA. You may also want to know how you can prevent it from getting worse, what causes it, what are different types of it, and lastly what are treatments for JIA.
In William Carlos Williams’ “Use of Force”, a doctor makes a house call to an unfamiliar family to exam a sick young girl, Mathilda. The doctor suspects that the girl may have diphtheria which was very common and possibly fatal in the 1930s. A struggle ensues with the young girl involving the entire family and doctor to restrain the reluctant child in order to obtain a throat swab to properly diagnose her. While Williams successfully uses ethos to appeal to the readers emotions in the story and examine the moral choices presented. This story asks readers to consider whether or not it is ethical to hurt someone for their own good and, more importantly, whether one should be ashamed to enjoy the experience.
A defining moment in my life that has helped shape my dreams and plans was when I was diagnosed with Juvenile Rheumatoid Arthritis. After that I was also diagnosed with an autonomic dysfunction and IBS. I didn’t know what to do, I was scared and confused. I was asking myself, “why did this have to happen to me?” When at doctor’s appointments I would see other boys and girls just like me, same age group, that just gave into the disease. It was then when I realized that I wasn’t going to do that, and that I was going to fight back. I wasn’t going to let it define me, I used it has motivation to become a fighter. Sports are one of the things that have helped me the most, being as completive as I am helped me. I always wanted to make sure I was
She walked over to my to my left side and searched my fore arm for a good vein to start the IV. Since she could not find a very good one on my left arm, she moved to my right side. She found one right away. Then she cut off the blood flow by putting a rubber band tightly around my upper arm. As she was getting my arm sterile, she looked at me and asked if I was nervous. 'Yes, very much. How'd you know?,' I asked. She giggled as she said, "Because your heart rate has gone up quite a bit." I tried to calm myself down at that point. I had forgotten I was hooked up to numerous machines and they could monitor my every move. As I began to look away, not wanted to watch the needle go into the surface of my hand, I heard my mom say, "Would you like me to hold you hand?" 'NO, I'll be fine." I responded. Only then did I realize how much she knew the extent of my fear. "Okay this will only hurt a little bit, then you may feel the coldness of the fluids go up through your arm." The nurse informed me. I looked away, looking at anything but my hand. Before I knew it, it was over. At first I did not feel the fluid go up my arm, but about 10 minutes after the nurse left, I did. My mom just all of a sudden felt cold, and it felt so odd because it was inside my arm, in my vein. Once my IV was in and the fluid bag was hung by my bedside, my mom and I were once again alone. Somewhere in our conversation about what would happen post surgery I decided I needed to use the bathroom. I then realized I probably should have went before they put the IV in. Pushing the button they had given me if i needed anything, I could hear my mom trying not to laugh. About four nurses came rushing in. I suddenly felt bad. They all rushed over to me asking what I needed, if I was okay. When i told them I only needed to use the restroom, then began to unhook me from everything. One nurse carried the bag from the IV across the hall to the bathroom while I