Descriptive Essay On Sickness

Raised in a Sub-Saharan African country of Ethiopia, there is a different meaning of sickness than what people know in a first world country. In simple words, sickness meant nothing shorter than death. Colds, allergies, flu and so many sicknesses are simply the result of your fault and the cure to all these sicknesses was to deal with it. Yes, I said it, deal with it was the response from my parents to my older siblings.
Although some sicknesses are not considered a sickness, whenever my parents got sick in a slightest way, it was considered a big deal. When I was a kind, not exactly sure how old I was, I remember the time when my father got sick and spent 3 days in his bed. It was the time I got exposed to what sickness meant and how it …show more content…
At the beginning, she was having difficulty walking and after a few days she got completely paralyzed below the waistline. In addition, she started having difficulties with her vision. I was so afraid I was going to lose her, the feeling I had about my father started soaring back from the deep memory vault in my head. I remember being so scared that I started avoiding my mom for a month. After a few months, she started feeling better, and I started feeling hope that I get to spend more time with her. Like my father, my mom is well and …show more content…
I must say all my siblings had hated me for the special attention I got from my parents. However, one day I got really sick and spend 3 days in a hospital. The first thing I remember when I woke up in the hospital was my father 's face. I have never seen a face so shocked and disturbed as him. It started when I told my mom I was not feeling right and I need to go to the hospital right away. My mom, while highly doubting me, took me to my regular doctor. After getting all the information he needed, he orders me some lab work. Although he sounded sure about what I had that day and prescribed me some medication, my sickness got worse the following day. I powered through the day only to decline dramatically in two days after I originally got sick. Getting admitted in a hospital was one of the most freighting thing that happened to me in my entire life. I thought I have left this world for my siblings to take my place to have the privilege of being sick. The only thing I remember before waking up in the hospital was getting into a car and my mom shouting at me wake up wake up. At the hospital, I woke up extremely dehydrated and have no clue why my father 's face appeared the way it appeared. I began asking my father what was going on, is this hell or heaven? I questioned. He was still in shock mode, but tried his best to explain what was going on to a 12