Personal Narrative: The Cycle That Changed My Life

There she was lying nearly dead on the hospital bed. She had an allergic reaction to one of the medicines she was given through an iv. A couple nurses surrounded around her ,they were trying to help her,she couldn't breath. This was my mom when I was 9 years old. When i was in elementary school i remember coming home off the school bus and my grandma or aunt be waiting for me. I would ask “wheres mom?” they would tell me “she's in the hospital again”. This became a cycle that happened quite often. When you're little you don't really understand what it means to be really sick, i always thought mom just had a cold or something. Once i hit middle school I kinda separated from my mom like grew distant. I was always with my friends and never wanted …show more content…
She can barely feel her feet at all which is why she is not allowed to drive at all, I have to drive her basically everywhere she needs to go. I have to do alot of work around the house because my mom is basically considered disabled, alot of the times i even have to help her to the bathroom or shower. I have to make her food and get her drinks every meal throughout the day. I stay home with my mom alot and am not beable to go out and live the teenage life because nobody is ever home with my mother. When we go into a store i usually have to push her in her wheelchair. My mom is suppose to be on oxygen like 90% of the time so I bring out the big oxygen tank to her when she needs it. My mom has mrsa disease and crohn's disease, for awhile we thought she might of even had uterus cancer but luckily she doesn't. She has to sleep with a breathing machine mask on because she stops breathing when she sleeps. It is completely heart wrenching when you go to the doctors with your mom and there telling you right to your face that you have to take care of your mom and spend all the time you possibly can with her because she's a ticking time bomb and she can die at any second now,that's when it really hits