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Class Writings "We Are All Different Essay" Cancer When he was being treated he had to have a lot of shots. Sometimes I went with him and I heard him scream. I was always afraid of the radiation because if he got too much, he could die. It cost a lot of money so we had to watch our family budget. Some funny things were sometimes we put on funny clothes and his radiation mask and pretended we were clowns. I am very glad he is OK now.
MY EXPANDER I have an expander. It is hard to eat stuff with peels without going shhhhhhhhh because food gets stuck above the expander. I got it because I had a cross bite. It was hard for me to speak at first. Now I am able to talk pretty clearly and it's easier to eat. I need to keep it in until Christmas. I may need to get braces, too.
Everybody's Different I chose Kara for my essay. She has diabetes and she has to check her blood sugar count about three times a day. She also has to give herself shots. She was diagnosed with diabetes last summer on a trip to a baby shower. They sent her to the doctor because she was going to the bathroom a lot and she was very thirsty. She does not let her disease hold her back. She is on a track team. Every race she has been in she has gotten first, second, or third place. She just got second place in the last meet of the year, which was the conference meet. Her twin sister got third place. I think she is handling her disease very well. She is like any other kid in the neighborhool.
MY SISTER On your mark... get set... go! They were off! They ran down the track. There went my sister. She had won! For the next race she was running against another girl. They were both very good. She ran the race and won it, too. The next day she was limping a lot. Everybody said it would go away but it did not. She saw the doctor. He told her that she had torn her cartilage in her knee. It was hard for her to stand up for a long time. I had to do all the house work, too. She could not do ballet or track. But luckily, in a year, it healed a lot but not totally. She was in track once again. On your mark... get set... go! She was off again!
JAYME
My Dad It all started in early June when my dad scraped his knee on the roof of our house and got a scab on his knee. He was a great guy, happy, funny, and he always got his work done. But this summer, whenever he tried to run, his knee bothered him because there was a tear in the cartilage. Then, one time, he was painting the roof and he accidentally slipped and got a scrape on his knee. He had to go to St. Michael's Hospital to fix the cartilage. They should have never done the surgery until the scab was gone, because then it got infected and became a major problem. But it already had gotten to be a pretty major problem. They had to do another surgery, and another surgery, and another! They did six surgeries in three weeks to my dad!!!! To help him get better they had to put a tube in his knee connecting to his vein so they could put the I.V. in. An I.V. is a tube attached to a plastic bag where the medicine goes into his vein to help him get better. On the tube there was a clip so that when you put the I.V. in, at the very last dose of it, you have to clip it shut so blood doesn't go spurting out when you are done. Every time my dad takes his I.V., he has to sit for a long time, but afterwards we have to take syringes and wipe them off with an alcohol wipe, then put the I.V. into a syringe. Then we poke the syringe into the tube and push down on the end so the medicine goes into his body. Then he had to go to the Marshfield Clinic. He had to stay there for a long time. It was very tough for my family and me when my dad was in the hospital. There he got crutches. Now he can almost walk with a cane, but sometimes he still uses his crutches. I was very happy when my dad came home from the hospital. He even missed his own family reunion he had been planning for nine months!! The good thing was Dad got to do lots and lots and lots of puzzles with me. One even took us more than three weeks! I love my dad very much and it is very tough to see him walking around on crutches.
My Grandma In August of 1998, my grandma woke up and was in a lot of pain, so my mom took her to the hospital. Then we found out that Grandma had fluid on her heart. About a week later she went to a nursing home. The doctor said she was going to die soon. You see, this was complicated because my grandma also had another disease, which she could not take her medicine for because it interfered with getting the fluid off her heart. My grandma started getting thin and I would have too if I had to eat the horrible food they serve at the nursing home! My grandma is still living, and she is out of the nursing home, but she still has to stay in bed a lot, and she gets dizzy really easily. But I think it's just amazing that she could have died over a year ago, and she's still alive! My grandma still has trouble doing some things, but at least she's alive, and I'm glad. My Brother’s Legby Brianna Hi! I’m Brianna and this is the story of how my brother broke his right leg. My brother is named Nic. He’s eight years old and loves to draw. It was December 5, 1998, when Nic was six that he broke his leg. I was in the living room watching TV and my dad was in the dining room doing something. We had a vinyl place mat on the floor in the living room and Nic had turned it upside-down. It was going to snow that night, so Nic was excited about sledding, skiing, building snowforts, etc. He got on the place mat and pretended that he was snow boarding, pushing the mat with his foot so it would glide across the floor. Unfortunately, when he was going to turn, well, first, he was going too fast to stop, second, he moved his foot wrong, and third, he twisted his leg. As a result, he got a broken leg. He landed on the floor and started to cry. My dad came rushing in to see what happened. At first I thought he just fell down and he didn’t brake his leg. Then, after over 5 minutes, I started to get worried about what he did. He really WAS hurting. Nic was NOT ok! We waited (my dad and I) for my mom to come home. Mom thought that we should spend the night at home and in the morning go to the hospital. In the morning, at about 9:00 a.m., Nic and my mom went to the hospital. I was at school by then so I didn’t come along. When they got home and they could tell me what happened, this is what they told me.When they got to the hospital they took an x-ray of his leg. He said it was horrible because they straightened out his leg and that REALLY hurt! Then the nurses took him to get a cast on. It had snowed and Nic wanted to go sledding on a snow pile, but since his cast should not be put in the snow, we bundled him up in the sled and took him sledding. It was weird not being able to run around with my own brother in the snow, but we got along. One funny part of this story is that I love Legos and I was building a set. I was missing a piece and could not find it anywhere! I didn’t tell Nic because he had a lot of things to worry about already. When Nic went to the hospital to get a check up on his leg, they took an x-ray through the cast and a small square object was found. They cut his cast open (which Nic did not like one bit because they took a miniature saw to cut open the cast and that about scared him to death) and found my missing Lego piece! There were some good things about having a broken leg, too. We have five cats and one dog, and almost all of them were always with him. One of Nic’s favorite things about having a broken leg was the wheelchair. The day he got the wheelchair, he spent most of the day just for fun driving around the house. It was hard sometimes because he couldn’t run, or play tag, or play hide and go seek, or anything else like that. But I got used to it. When Nic went back to school (because he got a week off of school when he broke his leg) everyone wanted to push him around in the wheelchair. Nic didn’t like all the attention of people being on him everywhere he went in the school.Now I have a better understanding of what it may feel like to be in a wheelchair or have something unusual happen to a "normal person." I also noticed almost everyone asked him how he broke his leg. Everyone wanted to touch his leg, put their names on his cast in marker, etc. I’ve learned a lot from my brother braking his leg. Now his leg has healed but it’s weaker and easier to brake again than having his other leg broken. He’s decided to do his sledding outside this winter!
ME By Forrest Hello, my name is Forrest. I am nine years old. I have two disabilities; one, I have asthma and two, I have ADD or Attention Deficit Disorder. I learned I had asthma in second grade. I was playing soccer and having a hard time breathing. My mom took me to the doctor to see if I had asthma. The doctor gave me an inhaler to use when I run. I like to run a lot. I had been having a lot of cramps in my stomach before I went to the doctor. The inhaler helped a lot. I learned I had ADD when I was in first grade. My sister was tested when she was in college. When my parents learned she had ADD they thought I had it too. Then I went in to get the test. After the tests I got some medication from the doctor. It helps me concentrate much better!
My Essay all about Me The person I know best is me. I have to use something called an inhaler. An inhaler is a type of breathing system. I have to use an inhaler because I have something called bronchitis. Bronchitis is a type of lung disease, the way I got bronchitis is because I was around cigarette smoke for too long. That is were the inhaler comes in. First, I put a little tablet with some powder in it into the inhaler, I put my lips around the inhaler and inhale, or breathe in, take my lips off and then exhale, or breathe out. Now, I'll tell you more interesting things about me. I can cross my eyes, do cartwheels, roller blade, and in the winter I ice skate. When I grow up I want to be a gymnast, or a horseback rider. You might have noticed I love sports! And bronchitis or not, I don't let bronchitis get in the way of having fun!
Jayme When I was in first grade I went to a school daycare called Great Escape (and I still do.) I had a friend there name Jayme Pierce. She had a disease called CEREBRAL PALSY. This is when the brain is unable to make connections to other parts of the body. Therefore, she had to go into a wheelchair because her brain could not make proper connections to her bones and muscles to make them walk. The school year I knew her was the 1997-1998 school year. She died in December of the 1998-1999 school year but we had some fun with her before that. She thought it was fun to play with the parachute. Also, helping her eat was another situation. She could move her hands but not very much. For example, getting back to the eating issue, we might say something like, "Raise your left hand for orange juice or your right hand for apple juice." Then slowly, very, very slowly, she would raise either her right or left hand. We had a lot of fun with Jayme. I miss her a lot.
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