Narrative Essay On Hemangioma

I realized I wasn't the youngest child in the house. I had to be an adult to my younger brother. When I was 5 years old my mom got sick from giving pregnancy to my brother. Her kidneys became weak. She lost both of her kidneys after having my brother. I didn't understand why we were going to the hospital 3 times a week. When my mom gave birth to me I was born with hemangioma. A hemangioma is a birthmark a bright red nodule of extra blood vessels. So my mom and I were in and out the hospital all the time together. Well my mom was sick I had to get surgery on my hemangioma at the ages of; 6, 9, & 13. We struggled for a certain amount of time. When my mom was sick it was a daily routine to help my mom with her dialysis. It's what kept her alive …show more content…
She had a tube that hung from her stomach for 9-10 years. That tube is what kept her going and my mom wanted to give up. I know she did but my brother, sister, and I were her motivation to stay strong. About 9 liters a night flowing through her stomach every night. I couldn't stand myself to be home and see my mother in pain. The one that took care of me even when she was sick. I thank my mom for that. I was just in a position that I knew I wasn't able to do anything but connect her to bags. That I knew it gave her pain even if they kept her alive and going. I had to make big steps, and do things more on my own as I got older. I had to be the one to support my little brother Ricky. It was hard at first because I was pretty busy myself. I wake up for school, I need to get my brother up, get to school try to keep my grades up. After school I would go to practice for 3 hours. If we were lucky we would sometimes practice for 2 hours. After practice I would have to go home clean the whole house before my mom got home.I would have to make dinner sometimes, when my mom couldn't. For awhile I didn't know how to work around this. Then I realized this is getting me prepared when I go to