Personal Narrative : My Family History

My grandmother Lynne Murphy is who I chose to interview for my heritage project. This summer at a family birthday party I was speaking short phrases in Spanish while joking around with my dad. My grandmother, sitting beside us, joined in the conversation and starting speaking fluent Spanish. I had no idea she could speak Spanish, so I asked her, “How can you speak Spanish?” Before answering my question she laughed. She went on to tell me that she lived in South America for many years as a teenager. I didn’t have the chance to learn anymore about her childhood until this project was assigned. When I learned we were to focus on a family member’s experience growing up, I immediately thought about my grandmother and the interesting life she seemed

I couldn't believe what was happening. My dad turns to the doctor and says "What do you mean ICU?" That's when she tells us I have bleeding in my brain and that I can't eat or drink and need an IV right away. I'm still so mad at my dad to this day because he promised me I wouldn't need an IV. After they get the needle in, they put a bunch of medicine into me and said that it would make me a little weird. "A little weird" wasn't even close to what it did to me. I thought I was going to have to get moved in a mental hospital after taking that medicine. I couldn't spell or talk and when I did talk nothing I said made sense. People were constantly texting me and I didn't know what I was typing so everyone responded with "what is wrong with you?" Honestly at this point I had no idea. My boyfriend was still here and was laughing at me because of how crazy I sounded but I was honestly scared and thought I was going to be this way forever.

When I arrived at the endocrinologist, they took me down to the basement of the hospitals where they do sonograms.Laying on the cold table getting the cold gel put onto your lower stomach you can only panic inside your head about what the results were going to be. I had never done anything similar to that experience in my life and I was terrified. It felt as if I was at the top of a steep fall on a rollercoaster looking down.Waiting for my results was merely ten minutes, but it felt like 10 hours because this result would forever change my understanding of my body and my life. While my mother and I waited in the room, she said whatever the results were I will be able to get through it. One knock and that was enough for my impending change to arrive into the room. The endocrinologist told me I had PCOS which stands for a polycystic ovarian syndrome. My heart dropped, but I felt relieved to know the reason why my period was not coming and to know what the pains were derived

I was dealing with a normal day at work and started feeling a pressure in my chest. I kept dismissing this pain in my chest thinking it was just regular pregnancy pains because, after all, I had not gotten this far in a pregnancy before. So, I dealt with this pain, even though it was getting worse and worse as the weekend approached. The weekend came and I could not get out of bed. My neck hurt to even turn it. My back felt like it was broken and I could see I was swelling. I went into work on Monday morning like normal, even though I was hurting so bad I could hardly stand it. The head nurse looked at me and immediately checked my blood pressure. Uh oh.... my blood pressure was an amazing 190/102. The head nurse quickly called my primary doctor since he was closer and I drove over to see him. They checked my blood pressure again and it was still dangerously high so they called my OBGYN and she instructed him to send me straight over to the hospital either by ambulance or

I had walked the halls of the hospital so many times; I knew it like the back of my hand. My mom was beside me attempting to keep me in good spirits. We sat down in the testing room and waited for the doctor to arrive. The test was rather short and painless compared to the dozens of others I had before. After it was over the doctor told us the same thing every other doctor had told me, ‘We’ll let you know the results in a few days.” The results came back and they had discovered a cist on my ovary. After that I was sent to the best gynecologist in the state and after a few visits we had finally discovered what put my life on hold for years. The road to relief was not easy or short, but at the end shaped me into the person I am today.

Sitting on the plane alone, I wondered what the next three weeks would bring. The light hum of the plane’s engines seemed to go on forever and the dry stale air began to scratch the inside of my throat. My destination was The Netherlands, where the entirety of my family lives. Throughout my youth seeing my family was a rare occasion, once a year if we were lucky, but after my parents divorced, we stopped going altogether. It had been over eight years since I had last visited them and because of the many years of separation, I felt uneasy about it all. Throughout the flight I couldn’t help but to think to myself several questions like: What I might be able to learn and experience from these next three weeks? How I would feel when I would first arrive? And how different everything would be. Having been there only a

I had no idea how I got to the operation room from the pre-op room or from the operation room to the post-op room. All I knew was that when I woke up I was in the post-op room. It took me awhile to fully wake up, as I was in and out of a haze for a few minutes. Once I was truly awake, I realized that my right foot was now in a boot and that it was also elevated. The nurse asked me if I was in any pain and if I needed anymore medication. After I said that I was fine, she took me to a separate room where my mother was waiting. While in this room, another nurse came in to ask me if I would like anything to drink or eat. Once I answered, she left and came back with apple juice and animal crackers. It was now around five o’clock and everything was coming to an end; we were almost ready to go home. To get me from the room down to the ground level and to the car I had to ride in wheelchair. This was my first time being in one myself. My mom and I had prepared for me possibly feeling out of sorts and not wanting to sit upright in the car on the way home. So, we packed blankets and pillows. After the whole backseat was ready and I was situated, we started home. On our way, we stopped once to get a sandwich for me because I was still hungry from not eating much that day.

A family loved one dies,she was different from everyone else. She had a history of using dark forces to help her through life. She became distant,but knew the existence of all pre-existing and existing family. She focused on one in particular,Sen. Sen was a kid who has been beat up,bullied and his parents died when he was 7 so he was adopted. By the Pikes. 8 years pass… then Sen's informed his great great aunt died last night. When he goes to school that day,he gets informed his failing school. When school is over, five kids jump him outside by the school parking lot. Two kids hold him back as one punches him then they left him fall to the ground he stumbles to his feet only to get kicked back to the ground. Then as Sen starts to fight

During September of 2015, I was at my Gynecologist's office for my yearly checkup; a hoop to jump through in order to continue receiving my birth control medication. My doctor had to do all the typical things that go along with a check-up: checking my reflexes, checking my blood pressure, taking my height and weight, and getting a pelvic exam. I was passing

I looked down at my great grandfather, lying in the coffin, he had light gray hair and a round face. I was only six at the time, but I knew what was happening, he was gone. Tears flooded my eyes, forming rivers, rolling down my cheeks. I sat down on the chair, the only thing I heard was sobs from relatives. I tried not to think about what life would be like after the funeral without him. However, I just had to think of what this change would bring. How will this affect my everyday life? What kind of relationship will I get with my great grandmother? I never had a relationship with her like I did with him. My great grandfather was very fun to be around, I liked art, but I had never even thought about doing Acrylic

The day finally came, I went with my son around noon to the appointment, and I remember I was four months pregnant with my baby girl. The nurse called us back to the room and we waited for the doctor, once the doctor step a foot in the office my heart dropped. As a mom I had a feeling that something was wrong. The doctor’s words were

Laying in the hospital bed, the Doctor explained everything. The cramping was a swollen appendix, if not removed it’d explode! Afterwards I just stayed up watching Mean-Girls multiple times. As they rolled me into the operating room I remember clearly a surgeon had Charlie Brown scrubs on. As I was given anesthetic I started falling asleep. Waking up was uncomfortable, looking at my left arm, my iv tube broken, and the metal part was still in my arm, blood everywhere. I wasn’t hesitant to change it. Eating was only through a tube for the past two days, I was just eager to get some

After the world war 2 my family from turkey (my grandma's parents) decided that they are going to immigrate to Israel because in this time a lot of Jewish people started to immigrate to Israel. They had a really good chance to move to Israel. All the Jewish people knew that the big ship coming to Israel and that’s their chance to start new life. They went into the big ship and they already knew that the british people (Who ruled Israel) might catch them, but they decided to take a risk. When they arrived in Israel the british people caught them and all the other people in the ship and took them to a really big labor camp in Cyprus for eight months, from their stories it sounds like a jail. They

My immediate family includes my father Craig, mother Judy, younger sister Chloe, and myself. The heritage of my father’s family originates in Ireland and Denmark. His ancestors came to the United States around 1905. My mother’s family traveled from Germany to America in 1855. My parents married in 1994 in the Saint Patrick Catholic Church where they both grow up, in Montrose, South Dakota. Three years later, I was born at the Avera Mckennan Hospital in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. Specifically, I entered the world on April 15, 1997. Six year later my family expanded by the addition of my sister. She was born in the same hospital on July 27, 2003.

I would share what I learned to my family by letting them know about school. My mother plays a big role in helping me out with my daughter when it's time for me to do my school work she takes her for me because with my daughter I can't really just sit and tell her why mama needs to do school work with her being so little. When it comes to work and my boss I would honestly have to do most of my work before the deadlines just because i work full time 12 hour shifts in a factory most the time.So when working I really have to juggle work and school to even out between those hours. When it comes to sharing my learning skills with friends some don't think I learn as much with me doing online classes instead of actually being in the class.