On January 10th, 2011 my Mother passed away. I received a phone call from my Dad at around 3:00pm January 9th telling me my Mom was in the hospital. When I got there she was suffering from severe stomach pain, she was also dealing with hot and cold flashes, and fluctuating vitals. Her Heart Rate was 135 and her Blood Pressure was
90 over 31. It turns out she had a twist in her small intestine, by the time the doctors and nursing staff got my Mom’s vitals stable enough to operate on her, her intestine had died. When the intestine dies it induces a toxin called sepsis, which means her blood was filled with poison causing the rest of her internal organs to gradually shut down and start to fail. My Mom was the young age of 53 when she passed away, I was devastated, there I was 19 years old and my Mother was taken away from me far too soon. My heart ached not only for myself but for my Father they had been together for 30 years. After my Mom passed away my Dad got really sick he ended up having 4 heart attacks that left him hospitalized. On my 20th birthday June 1st, he passed away. I was so angry with him for giving up on me, when my Mom passed away he felt like he didn’t have a reason to live anymore. I wasn’t a good enough reason.
Since my parents passing I’ve struggled, here I am 20 years old with all my family in Boston a house payment, mortgage and more responsibility than most people 10 years older than me, I can’t run to my parents if I screw up. I came to a point where I just wanted to give up, but I couldn’t, I couldn’t dishonor my parents, they didn't raise me to be a quitter, no matter how hard life knocked me down they always encouraged me to get back up. I also couldn't let anything happen to my Moms dogs, so I kept working and continued pursuing my BA in Journalism. I currently work Monday through Friday 8:00am - 5:00pm on Monday and Wednesday I go to school from 5:30pm – 10:00pm and on Tuesdays and Thursdays I have class from 5:30pm – 8:30pm. I may have no social life, get hardly any sleep but I'm proud to say that I watched my life get torn to pieces in 5 months and I can say that I'm a better person because of it. I've learned life is a constant battle and you can either run from the battle or be on the front line and fight. I choose to fight for my dreams. I still miss my parents but I believe losing them has become one of my biggest strengths, they keep me going.
Jessica Ganas
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