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Portfolio Two

Health and Healthcare; When Health Fails, Healthcare Steps In To Help

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When health becomes unhealthy, the person needs healthcare.

People at some stage of their lives need to have extra care.

Giving birth

Being born




Any time a person has an illness or circumstance where they’re unable to care for themselves, they need someone to do things for them.

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Helping take patients’ blood pressure
is an important of care taking.

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Who needs healthcare? Why do they need it?

People at some stage of their lives need to have extra care.

Giving birth

Being born




Any time a person’s health, illness, or circumstance where they’re unable to care for themselves, they need someone to do things for them.

My parents loved and cared for their only child through her health struggles. That isn’t unusual. Parents care for their children, that’s what parents do. They have worldwide for centuries. Halfway through my seventeen year, my dear parents got shocking news.

MS (Multiple Sclerosis) diagnosis at seventeen happened way too early for my family or me to understand. We had never heard of MS, and didn’t know it even existed.

“It’s difficult to say this. Your spinal tap fluid we took two weeks ago came back from Pittsburgh Diagnostic Lab.”

He hesitated for a few seconds. Then in his gentle doctor voice said,

You have Multiple Sclerosis.

Dr. Thomas Dugan, Nueropsychologist, told us that sweltering mid-July day in Johnstown, Pennsylvania. He looked at me with compassion as he spoke.

The keystone state of Pennsylvania has two seasons, some say in jest; Winter and the Fourth of July. Summer heat sometimes lingers for a few days or weeks. Some summer temps never get very warm at all.

That day turned out hotter for us than temperature.

What we heard wasn’t a joke, either. Doctor Dugan looked serious. His face registered concern. None of us had ever heard of Multiple Sclerosis. When Mother started crying while dad looked stoic, my thoughts wandered.

Not too much though. Recent high school graduate emotions lingered making me a happy camper. Thoughts of college in a month raced through my mind.

  • Clothes to choose and pack.
  • Who would be there?
  • Making new friends.
  • Different people fascinated me.
  • Would classes be difficult?
  • On my own.
  • Away from home.
  • All too exciting for words.
  • Wait, would this change anything?

Now, a strange doctor told me an incurable disease ravaged my body. He also said that having children wasn’t a good idea. It could be harmful to me.

Who cared or even thought about having children? Or even getting married? In the late fifties, most people thought it proper to have marriage BEFORE children.

I thought,

“They must know something about whatever Dr. Dugan said.

What was it? Multiple something that started with an S.”

In a few months, I would discover the awful truth of Multiple Sclerosis or MS. Stress of final exams made MS rear its ugly head. I relapsed into numbness, paralysis, or both.

MS Symptoms



Blind spots

Double Vision

MS Hug

Listed above are a few of the symptoms that vary in intensity from patient to patient with MS.

A sharp stabbing pain behind usually my left ear feels like something inside my head attacks with a sharp knife. My primary care doctor prescribed an 800 mg tablet every twelve hours. Pain stops.

But it returns for a few days. Then leaves as quickly as it began.

Multiple Sclerosis symptoms go from almost nothing to full paralysis with total numbness. Mine usually limited themselves to numbness and/or paralysis in one or several body parts.

Always a surprise. Never a pleasure. Dr. Dugan prescribed a five milligram tablet of nicotinic acid (B Vitamin) with eight ounces of water after every meal. That flushes blood vessels. Disease Modifying Drugs weren’t on the market in 1958.

With total rest for two weeks taking nicotinic acid three times each day, numbness and/or paralysis all gone. I returned to college like I’d only had the flu.

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Giving Healthcare to Mom First; She Developed Lung Cancer

Precious mother always had health issues. Each month, she spent a day or two in bed with the heating pad and hard period pain. Mom’s several surgeries possibly weakened her immune system.

Mom developed a chronic cough after a cold went on like it would never end. Her lung cancer diagnosis left us all devastated. My beautiful amazing sixty-four-year-old mother developed lung cancer. She never smoked a cigarette in her life. I moved home to help dad with her care.

She saw how emotionally difficult I found it. After a few weeks, she insisted I stay with my favorite cousin in a neighboring town. Sixty miles from my parents’ home allowed me to easily drive to be with her on weekends or when I needed a ‘Mommy-fix.’

My being there to care for Mom enabled Dad to have a day or few hours break from care taking. He freely admitted to me that this relief helped very much.

I loved being with Mom. However, seeing her debilitating condition sometimes made me cry. Mom soothed me. Again. Over forty, yet still her baby.

Fortunately, I’d enrolled in a counseling class at a nearby college. Graduate students practiced grief counseling. The woman taught me breathing techniques to help control those crying urges.

As a trained singer, slow controlled diaphragmatic breathing came easily to me. These breathing strategies helped me in public. However, when Mother and I were alone together, my crying jags often got hold of me.

MS research and talking with others acquainted with MS told me how it often controls emotions. My soft-heart nature causes me to cry at the drop-of-a-hat. Even slow breathing fails to comfort me.

My breath catches when seeing something utterly beautiful, grand beyond belief, a distressed animal or person. My throat tightens. Tears flow freely.

Daddy and Daughter Time!

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Dad’s sweet jovial good nature appealed to many. The stories he told always made me laugh.

Moonlighting to make more money for our family welfare often kept him away from Mother and me. That made the little time I spent with him much more important.

When he discovered a former college classmate, they got reacquainted, dated, and married. I played my part in their wedding, but I looked much better than my heart felt. Selfishly, I couldn’t let go of him so soon after Mother died.

Five years later, Jeanie got sick and died. Daddy, over eighty-five, hired a live-in housekeeper. Irene managed his medicine, cooked, cleaned, and washed clothes. She had time off each week for bowling and paid-vacations.

My fondest memory when she went on a two week cruise with her family. We flew from Arizona to Florida to help him. I loved helping Daddy, read to him, talked with him, and brought bringing his meals that Auburn prepared for him. Being “Daddy’s girl” once more had to be the best part of that experience.

Too soon, he signed himself into a nursing home. Daddy’s caretaker/housekeeper couldn’t manage his falling anymore. We flew across the country many times to be with him. He remained sharp, jovial, and loving.

His gentle, happy, giving nature with buoyant charm endeared him to many. One of the fabulous good fortunes of my life that I called him Daddy. Caring for him made a pleasure I’ll remember for my lifetime.

Other times, I gave healthcare to folks I didn’t know. Interim jobs during school vacations saw me working for a healthcare agency. This humbling experience taught me there’s no exemption from needing healthcare.

Appreciate your good health while and if you have it. Good health is a blessing from above.

We WILL all need healthcare sometime during our lives. It’s best to be prepared to accept it graciously and gracefully.

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Health is extremely fragile for some. Everyone WILL need healthcare sometime during their life.

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