It started as any other Saturday would-, get up early with the kids, eat breakfast, do laundry and clean the house. The phone rang at about ten and it was my mother, who at that time lived in West Virginia. Normally it would be the normal small talk since, on any given day, I would talk to my mom at least twice, so her calling that early wasn’t out of the “norm”. This time stated a little differently, instead of her starting a conversation with me, she asked for my husband. As I handed the phone to him, I was eaves dropping on the conversation they were having, I knew by the look on his face there was something wrong. He hung up the phone and all he said was, “It’s your dad; we need to pack up the kids and get down there as soon as we can.” The next hour was a blur; I packed what I could in a hurry and piled myself, husband, and kids in the car for what is usually a gorgeous drive down 77 with all the rocks and trees lining both sides of the highway.
Although, the drive to my parent’s house usually took four hours, but somehow on this day, it only took us two and a half. On the way down my mother called and said that my dad was being transferred from the local hospital by their house to the one in Charleston. Just hearing that, I knew it wasn’t going to be good. That drive- not that I remember much of it- was so quick that we beat them to the hospital. As we were waiting for them to arrive, we were still in a state of shock, still not knowing what happened and if he would be okay. What seemed like an eternity later, my mother finally came into the waiting room where we were anxiously pacing the floors, waiting to hear something, anything? She had been crying for what seemed like hours by the look of her red, puffy eyes and running nose. She started to tell us how that morning, like any other morning, she and my father were lying in bed watching TV, and the next thing she knew, she looked over and his eyes looked glassy and started rolling back into his head.
The Essay on Grandmother Mother Time House
There has never been a time when my grandmother wasn't with me, helping me in any way she could. She left everything she ever had in Mississippi to come help my mother with me, the moment I was born. From then on she dedicated all of herself to making my life the best it could be. As I grew up and her time with me was less, her dedication was not. I know that there will never come a day when she ...
She immediately called the paramedics, but in her small mountain top town, the only fire department was about 20 minutes away. By the time they had arrived to her house, my dad was already unconscious and non-responsive. They rushed him to the local hospital, which immediately determined that they were not equipped to handle a situation like his, so they then transported him to the hospital in Charleston. At this time, he was still unconscious and barely breathing on his own. They took him up to the ICU floor where they were evaluating him for hours. We were not allowed to see him yet, as they were still waiting for the doctors to come in and see what they could do to keep him comfortable. They moved us up to a sterile waiting room on the ICU floor. The room was cold, white and lacked any comfortable furniture, not that we were sitting in one place for any length of time.
Many hours later, an older, very soft spoken nurse came into the waiting room to tell us that they found that he had a brain aneurism and they had placed my dad into an induced coma since now he was not breathing on his own at all. I had never felt that way before, my heart was in my throat and my legs felt like Jell-O. The man I had looked up to all my life, was now lying in a bed, tubes that seemed to be from head to toe, almost lifeless. How can this be? How can this happen to him? The next two days were unbearable. How could I possibly leave the hospital not knowing when, or if, he would ever wake up? We took turns going in his room never leaving him alone. After sleeping on cold floors and hard uncomfortable chairs in the hospital waiting room, we were called by the doctors to be in the room as they discussed our options. They had kept him on machines to monitor his brain activity since was admitted, and now the brain waves were becoming fewer and less frequent. After my father spent four days in an induced coma, we had to make the hardest decision we ever had to make.
The Essay on Down: Personal Life and Time
In college it is easy to stray away from the main purpose, which is having a higher education. College years are supposed to include fun but not too much fun. There are many ideals to consider when trying achieving success in school. They way students manage their time and consume energy has an effect on the outcome of their success. Relaxation also plays a significant role in the turn out of ...
Should we leave him on the life support and take the chance of his pulling out of the coma, but never having the ability to function like a human, or should we not think about ourselves but more about his pain and suffering? As a family we, decided to end his pain and not put him through any more agony. One by one, we went and said our goodbyes. You never think or want to believe that you will ever have to say goodbye to the ones you love most, and that only older people die, but in reality, it can happen to any one of us at any time. You are never promised tomorrow; make the most of it. Never put off tomorrow the things you can do today. Would you rather live your life and say, “Yeah, I did that, it was great.”, or say, “Man, I wish I would have done that when I was younger.” Don’t live with regrets, it’s your life, no one else. Enjoy it!
