Monthly Archives: January 2012

Misc Heart broken

Broken Heart

My home has been a place of healing for many broken hearts, both literally and figuratively. My younger sister had two open heart operations before the age of two. I was three years old, and I tried to be the best big sister in the world. I thought that if I loved her enough, her heart would heal itself. My brother was three and thirteen when he had his heart surgeries. This time, I was older and much more fearful, but my brother is the proud new owner of Vinny the Pulmonary Valve. Thus, two hearts have healed quite literally in my home.

The figurative healing in my home sets it apart from many others. I have learned the importance of love and support in the face of trouble by watching my mother, the backbone of a local parent support group. Families need to know they are not alone, that I, too, was scared to see my brother gasp for breath after running up a flight of stairs.

I have seen more aspects of the personal side of medicine than many people my age. I understand first hand the comforting effect a friendly smile and reassuring confidence from a doctor has on both patients and families. My family history is what sparked my interest in medicine, but my own experience has held my attention in recent years.

Eager to gain hands on experience after high school, I volunteered at Strong Memorial Hospital conducting a clinical study of patient referral patterns and shadowing a pediatric cardiologist. I watched a child’s fearful face turn to an expression of amazement as he listened to the sound of his own heart. The little boy was so fascinated that he hardly noticed as Dr. Harris completed the check-up, expertly assessing reflexes, color, peripheral pulses, and responsiveness in the moments before the novelty of the sound wore off. Stethoscope in hand, I searched gingerly for the sound of the boy’s leaking valve but was not in time. The smile faded, and I lost my chance. I felt an immediate sense of awe at Dr. Harris’s swiftness, skill, and compassion toward the fearful little boy. Continue reading “Broken Heart” »

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The Masque Of Red Death.

A virus had come. It killed all that it touched. No one could survive, the red death. Nothing had ever been like it. Sharp pain dizziness and bleeding at the pores where its signs.
When prince Prospero’s town was half dead he called on ‘a thousand hale and light hearted friends among the knights and dames of his court.” He called them into a castle. Guarded with a metal gate. They stayed there for 6 months, Eluding the ‘red death.” They had every thing they need there. Entertainment, food and all other things needed to survive.
It was at the end of the 5th or 6th month that he called for a masked ball or ‘of the most unusual magnificence.” Abstract art filled the room with beauty. The masque was held in a suite with 7 rooms. The rooms were most curios with turns at every corner and gothic windows. The colors of each room varied. The 7th chamber was all black. The only thing different about this room was that the windows did not match with every thing else. The pains where blood red, there was no light of any kind. In there stood giant ebony clock ‘whose pendulum swung with a dull heavy activities clang.” All activities ceased with the sound of each hour. Everything stooped as if dead. ‘ But when the echoes had full ceased, a light laughter at once pervaded the assembly; The first 6 rooms crowed unlike the 7th, until the clock struck midnight. Everything ceased like before until the last echo of the clock sounded. Many people became aware of the masked figure. ‘There arose a length from the whole company.” First surprise then horror to this figure. When the eyes of Prince Prospero saw him he did not know what to do. ‘;Who dares'; he said.'; Unmask him he ordered.” Prince Proostro with a drawn dagger rushed at the man. They entered the 7th chamber. the dagger dropped to the floor with the prince.'; then a throng of revelers at once threw them selves into the black room.” They gasped in horror as they found their prince. One by one the revelers died. With there death died the ebony clock.