In my family illness has been somewhat of a long struggle. Although I can't know for sure because I have never really spoke to my parents about it to much. Recently my grandpa has been very sick and he has had diabetes for a while. He has had to do a number of things such as take medicine and go to the hospital. On the other side of my family both of my grandparents died of cancer but that was before I was born. My father also has arthritis in is leg and it got so bad that he needed to get a hip replacement.
For my whole life I have always been afraid of death and the idea of death. I remember when I was very little I asked my parents to not even say the word around me. So it has never really been talked about in my family too often. Not only that but I don't have anybody in my family that I know well enough that has died. When somebody did that I didn't know my parents responded with mourning and seriousness. At the time when I remember this happening I was too young to understand and asked why. I got an answer similar to because someone died. So I was taught never really to ask questions and just to be sad.
In my family there has been a lot of sickness but I never have to go to the hospital to often. I haven't had to since my dad got his hip replaced. I understood that this was a big surgery that couldn't be done by just resting it off. After he got his surgery my fathers friend, my mother, and I all went to visit him in the hospital. It was very clean and safe as far as I knew, but very plane and not someplace I would want to stay for too long. This was the same for my father who didn't want to stay either. It turns out that he ended up leaving two days before he was suppose to. So it seems like to me that the hospital is not a bad place but its a place nobody really wants to go unless they have too. Knowing that I was in a hospital gave me the feeling of death around me which made me somewhat uncomfortable.
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