I kept this child for 6 days in which he had told me many stories of being at home with mom and dad whom were both alcoholic and poverty stricken. This child had done numerous unruly things and would fly off the handle many times throughout the day. A foster family finally took him in and I would see them periodically from week to week and they would say he was doing good, he needed guidance and someone to listen to him more than anything. When I last seen the foster parents after about 9 months of having the child I was shocked to hear that they no longer had him because he had stabbed one of their other foster children with his pencil. They said he did well at first, but seemed to have some psychological problems that were stemming from his home life.
My mother at time was out most of the night and not able to get me up and ready early in the morning. When I finished the sixth grade( which I shouldn’t of) I asked my grandparents if I could live with them. They were more then thrilled to have me. I then moved to Murray, Kentucky where I finished grade school, middle school and graduated from Murray High School. I also spent half of a year at Wesleyan College, in Owensboro, Kentucky and had to leave to give birth to my son.
As this process went on for seven months none were successful. Her last treatment she became pregnant again. Hoping her dad would live long enough, after being diagnosed with cancer, to see his grandaughter born. The baby was born healthy, but with the umbilical cord wrapped around her neck. Brooke had a hard time recovering with significant blood loss.
The most important points in her life were when she started seventh grade, “when my millionaire father lost everything overnight” (Kim, 2004). Shortly after her father lost everything and went bankrupt, he moved there family to Queens, NY ‘Because bankruptcy was punishable by a jail term, we fled, penniless, to America” (Kim, 2004) in the 80’s. She struggled to adjust to her new surroundings. She didn’t know how to speak or understand English. The supporting details stated, “I watched reruns of “Three’s Company’ in an attempt to learn English” (Kim, 2004).
Father became ill from “camp fever”. He was sick for about two weeks and then one night he was steering the wagon and he just dropped. We all knew what this meant he looked pasty white and he wasn’t breathing. I couldn’t look. I was terrified.
My mom rushed me to the hospital and my twins were born on that Wednesday afternoon. Being pregnant with your last child is totally different from the first. With my last child I found out that I pregnant when I was about nine weeks. I was working a full-time job that required me to stand on my feet for eight to nine hours a day sometimes. Well my body and the baby didn’t like that at all so I worked for about three more months and my doctor put me on bed rest until further notice because I started having some bleeding that could not find the root
The morning of May 27, 2004, my mother arrived at North Shore University Hospital because she was having contractions. After six hours, the doctor sent her home because she was only dilated two centimeters. The doctor instructed her to walk to help get the baby to crown. She spent much of her day following the doctor’s orders. Later that night, she returned to
My reason is that if a person is ready to die, and has made peace with the fact that they are terminally ill, never to be cured, and has also discussed it with family, then why should that person be forced to live against their will, and have their life prolonged? My decision on this matter comes from my grandfather. Long story short, he and my grandmother both fell at home within twelve hours of each other, they were taken to the local hospital, spent a few days and were then taken to a nursing home, where my grandfather felt that he was now less of a man because he could no longer provide for his wife and kids, in which he slowly gave up. Towards the end he was on oxygen and his extremities were filling with water, making him very uncomfortable. Numerous times he said that he was ready to die, but the nursing home decided to keep him alive, all the while he was suffering.
At 47, I have become a mother….again. In the year 2005, my mother had been living with us for about a year and a half, having Alzheimer disease, it was getting harder to control her at home. She was wandering around at night, fallen a couple of times, gotten into her medications and overdosed. I felt for her safety and my peace of mind it would be better to put her in a nursing home. 2 months later, she passed away.
My son was six months old when my ex-wife and I separated. On October 12 2011 I went to court on an ex-party hearing for temporary custody, which was denied due to the fact that it was our first case and we did