The Five Doctors

Adriana and How She Overcame Her Disability “Daddy look out!!” Adriana, a sweet little six-year-old girl living in Spanian, screamed, pointing at the oncoming red GMC Sierra 1500. As Adriana’s family went whirling towards the bright headlights of the pickup-truck that was speeding down the wrong side of the road by a drunk driver, the vehicles collided. All the family could hear were the high-pitched screams coming from Adriana and her 10 year old sister. Adriana’s long, curly, dark brown and…

Hello and welcome to my story. now let us begin now shall we? so it all started when i was born my parents were nice people when i was born one of the things they told me i did i used to run around and not do the normal things a baby was or should i say could be doing i would be able to have put on my own close and put on masks and i would find ways to scare my mom and dad to the point they just plain old fall down now this is where things got interesting my first day of school it was a tiny old…

Figure 1) in Family Fun magazine would make eggs synonymous with manipulation? A few weeks ago, I took my son, Leo, to a routine doctor’s visit with his pediatrician. Like most moms sitting in that physician’s waiting room, I picked up one of the doctor-provided magazines. Glancing through the glossy pages the magazine, nothing held my interest for long until my eyes landed on the Eggland’s Best “It’s so EB” advertisement (2013). While scanning from the top of the page to the bottom, my…

of the mistakes I have made every second of my “life”. My life is over and only at 13 years old, I am dead, done, fried. Now all I have to do is wait and sit, all day. Today was just a normal day where you miss the bus because I hit snooze about five times, and then hope that time will come to a halt in order for the idea of getting out of bed to be an illusion. So, I did exactly that miss the bus hit snooze and spill your breakfast on your shirt so you can get complements all day on that…

filled with new experience and knowledge of a completely new lifestyle, I continued to do physical therapy every day, every week for months working the muscles back into my leg. This continued for about two months until one day I went back to the doctor for a routine checkup on my progress. I sat there on the moderately comfortable, dull, paper covered, table and he gave me very simple instructions. Put one foot in front of the other-- something so simple, something I had taken for granted for…

grown-ups with blinding white coats and fictitious smiles on their faces. Like most young children, I also felt the rising nerves of an imminent flu shot or finger prick, but I was able to drive those feelings aside as I converted myself into the newest doctor in the office that day. The doctor’s office for me was not always a place of penalty, but a place of adventure. I did not fear what was to come, but rather I made…

drive me to her house. Those next few hours were as long as ever. I had a feeling that was a mix of excitement and nervousness. Is that even possible? Whatever I didn’t care; I’m just going to see what happens. *** Finally, it’s 7:30! Margie came five minutes late (I was counting the time). Although we didn’t exchange a word during the car ride, the silence was a good one. As if we both knew when and when not to talk. We arrived at her place. She’s not spoiled rich like a Soc, or poor like us…

Rock Island is just five minutes away from my dock. Being only seven years old, I didn’t really think much of it other than it was a new island, new adventure. So we took the boat out. The boat was just perfect. It was a small red boat that read “Rinker” on the side. My favorite…

How could I possibly have to decide how my sister dies? I knew something had to be done but why do I have to make the decision? I thought about it. The doctor gave me a day, and I finally decided to do it myself. I was sure she’d prefer it that way. Numbly, I walked to her room saw her laid out on a stretcher. I picked up the syringe that was on the table and took one last look at my dying sister. Swiping…

I was not prepared for the day I was told that my daughter had cancer. I froze as the words came out of her doctors ' mouth. I went numb and suddenly felt as if I were beside myself. At first, I did not believe the doctor and assumed he was mistakenly reading the papers of another patient. I wanted to pretend like the doctor had not mentioned anything at all. But, after a few minutes of letting the news sink in, I knew that I was going to have to suck it up and get through it, whatever the end…