Lori Ann Booher

Just a quick forewarning, this blog will most likely make you cry. So, grab a box of tissues. In my Psychology class, we're working on a final project that we've been asked to write different articles about ourselves each day. Today, the assigned article was about who we admired the most. I just really loved what I wrote, it's lengthy but it really is good. Have a read and let me know what you think.

Lori Ann Booher

 If you and I aren't really good friends, then you probably have no idea about what I've been through. I'm not trying to say I'm proud of this, because no one would want to be proud of such a thing. But I've been through so much, I've lost more at my age that many people would understand and you probably take for granted everyday.

When I was nine years old, my father passed away. I had always lived with my mother, and after the death of my father, I continued to do so. Her and I only grew strong, but as our relationship grew strong, she grew weaker.

I have an older brother, Matthew. We're about eight years apart. When my mom first got pregnant with my brother and went into labor, her kidneys started to shut down. They no longer worked and my mom got put on dialysis and on a waiting list for a kidney. She eventually received that transplant and was soon healthy again. Her doctors told her that it was safe to have children again. And that is when I came along, but little did her doctors know that her kidneys were going to fail again. After receiving a second transplant, it failed, also. This left my mom on dialysis for a little over 19 years.

The two transplants were just the begging of medical problems for my mom. Throughout her lifetime, she also had three heart attacks, two strokes, a grand Mal Seizure, and had a brain aneurysm burst. Along with that, her hip and foot bones were deteriorating which made it hard for her to walk and stand for longer than five minutes or so at a time.

Because my mom was on dialysis, she had to have treatments five times a day, which left me to take care of her most of the time. I felt like I didn't have the full childhood that I should've because I had to mature faster than everyone else, but at the same time my mom did everything she could to make sure I had and did everything that I needed.

Even though my mom was ill, she would always put my brother and I first and looking back, I wish that wasn't the case. I would relive my childhood again and make sure that I did everything she asked me to do because sometimes I feel that I grew tired and wouldn't do everything that I was asked.

Overall, I admire my mom because I honestly can't say that I've known anyone who was strong that her or that would fight as much as she did. She was constantly going to doctors appointments and in and out of the hospital but she had so much faith she just kept going and going. I loved that about her. Whenever I got called out of class on November 10, 2006 and saw my principle waiting for me, I automatically knew that something terrible had happened to my mom. I didn't want to believe it. I knew it was true. I held back the tear but I knew what was coming. I was taken to the chapel inside of the school only to find a small group of my family and Priest waiting in a circle for me. That was by far the worst day of my life and nothing will ever change that.

Because of the death of my parents, I have become a stronger individual because of this and love both of my parents, especially my mom for everything she taught me. Thank you for giving my the best fourteen years of my life. I love you.