Ever since I was born, I was a military brat. Not knowing where to call home, or if any place could be home, I moved. I moved six times, four of those places were towns that nobody could think about. Germany, North Carolina, Alaska, North Carolina, Germany, and Alaska, yet no place to call home. May 22, 1999, my first day on this world; Kronach hospital had its first American baby in their hands, yet they acted like I was a different species. The only event I remember was when I was about one. While I was one, I grabbed everything in my reach, even a grill handle.
As a baby, I did not know that the handle was moving, the grill top had smashed my thumb. Ever since that event, I now have a starfish mark on the side of my right thumb from where the stiches were. After that, my parents, my older brother, and I moved to the Unites States of America; my first time to the U. S. I was in North Carolina when my younger sister was born. Not even 24 hours after, 9/11 struck, it was a time I don’t remember. Not much happened for a while; we lived in North Carolina till about 2 12 to about 3 years, then we moved to Alaska.
The only memory that I have of living here was when I was about 5, when my head struck a frozen pipe. I remember screaming bloody murder, I remember my parents running down the stairs and my mom running towards me. My dad ran towards me with a rag to try to stop my left eyebrow from bleeding anymore. It seems crazy that an eyebrow would bleed that much, but by the time my mother and I got to the hospital, the rag was full of blood. I had to get stiches, but I just remember leaving the hospital with sunglasses.
Nothing else happened after that, but after another year, we left back to North Carolina. When we moved back, this is when I discovered what I was going to be when I got older. My mom went back to college and was going to be a Neonatal Intensive Care Nurse; that type of nurse deals with the premature babies that have problems, or are born really premature. When she told me what she was going to be, and what they did, I instantly knew that that was what I was going to be. I was an 11 year old when I discovered it; no one believed that I was actually going to follow through with it.
I mean, who would think an 11 year old that changes her mind every moment that she can, would actually not change her mind? So, here I am, 5 years later, and getting ready to graduate in a few months. Everything changed when I was 15. I live in Alaska now; when an event so major struck my family, I didn’t know what I wanted anymore. In January of 2015, my mom just got a new job; she had to go to a city for a month for training. I was either in school or at my work, I never got to call my mom. My dad always called my mom; he kept me updated about how she was.
It was going downhill after about a week; my mom said she didn’t feel good. Not just that, but after about 2 and a half weeks, she said she had problems getting through the day. Whenever my mom had a day off, she would sleep for 24 hours constantly. Also, she said that she is not able to eat; my dad told her every day after that that she needed to go to the hospital, yet she felt like her training came first, not her health. It went on the same way every day, my dad saying she needed to go the hospital, but she always said not, so my dad said, the moment she steps off the plane, he is taking her to the hospital.
When my dad was driving me to work, after he dropped her off at the hospital, he said she is okay, no need to worry. I didn’t worry until the next day when I got home, my dad said my mom’s health dropped majorly. My family and I went to visit her; it broke my heart to see her in the hospital with tubes coming out everywhere. I remember that it was a Saturday, and I just got off a long shift, my dad said I could see my mom for 15 minutes. When we got to her room, I was devastated. She was on so many drugs that was trying to keep her alive; when I looked at her blood pressure, I felt like I wanted to break down.
