“When I saw my boyfriend I explained what happened. We then spoke with the doctors who informed us she was in the fourth stage of cancer and it was hard to predict how many days she had left. It was up to my boyfriend to decide when to pull the plugs, but this decision was too hard. His mother was all he had since he never got along with his dad. On July twelve two thousand nine she passed away a few hours after visiting hours were over. She never told anyone her time was almost up. She didn’t want to worry anyone but know all that’s left is a great feeling of nostalgia and guilt for not embracing the time she had left. When I went to put a complaint against the nurse that was negligent one of the staff members in the hospital told me Elmhurst Hospital was a public hospital in which the staff is under paid and isn’t regulated by anyone. They follow standard protocol and don’t get any bonuses. Since the staff doesn’t get rewarded for doing a good job, those who don’t absolutely love helping others just sit there at their desk and waste time just to add time to their pay check . Finally she said if I wanted to deal with friendly hard working staff to go to a private hospital.”
Picking a topic for my vignette was hard because I wanted to pick something that would interest the reader and be a strong peice. I began to think of the day that would change my boyfriend’s life forever. My mom is the kind of mom that would make me cook dinner and do the laundry after all in her eyes all members of the family had to help. My boyfriend, Andres had it easy. His mom cooked three homemade meals a day for him. Every two weeks she'd do his laundry and clean his room as well. If he had me or other friends over she'd invite all of us to eat. When I met her and learned about the way she spoiled her son, I was jealous. I wanted to be spoiled and now in a way she would spoil me too. The day she was hospitalized I was blown away by the horrible service they offered. It was a story I wanted to tell. I always think that maybe if she would have been in a better hospital she could have been with us a little longer and suffered less. In order to understand the piece a little background of the family is needed. The family is made up of a sweet caring mom, an abusive ignorant father, my boyfriend who is twenty-two and his little brother who was only six when this all happened. Now Andres is left to care for his brother as if that was his son. The audience also needs to know about cancer. Cancer is very dangerous; it kills a lot of people every year. It's very hard to overcome cancer. Kimo therapy not only drains a patient physically but emotionally too. It alters their state of well being, to the point that the person undergoing treatment is then forced to be in bed rest and can't even eat. There taste buds stop working and everything taste like rubber. There are four stages of cancer. The first stage is the longest one because the cancer is still developing slowly. The second and third stage goes by much quicker because the cancer will be already fully developed by then. The fourth stage is the shortest, most painful, and ends with death. I haven’t written a vignette before; I mostly had to write research papers and comparing books and stuff like that. I like personal writing better because I control what I want to say, it’s my story and it can’t be wrong. The process I used to write this vignette is first I brain stormed. Then I wrote a first draft in pen and paper. I then edit it and type it up the next day; while I type I make some changes as well to make the piece better. I usually start to type it on my phone on the train or on the bus and email it to myself and finish typing it and editing on word in school. I then took it to the writing center where I spend an hour with a tutor who helps me understand all my mistakes so in the future I will get better. It’s a long process but my hope is that with time my writing will just get better and better.
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