Personal Narrative: A Hard Life

A hard life has a way of growing you up;sometimes sooner than you think you’re ready.When i was in 5th grade i was burdened with the news that my dad had fallen sick with a disease that doctors couldn’t identify let alone treat.Although i was constantly being pulled out of class to go to the hospital to see my dad ,i was blinded to the severity of his condition.Part of that was due to my mother who tried to keep life as normal as possible during his times at the hospital. However her efforts were often in vain as we were slapped with cold hard reality.As time went on, my dad’s condition worsened to the point that the doctors told us to begin making funeral arrangements because “he’s not going to make it.’’ Throughout the course of my 6th grade year we focused on him getting better and most of our energy went to making sure that he had his medicine which sometimes ran upwards of $500.
The financial burden weighed heavy on us there were times where we couldn’t afford food because his medicine was too expensive.Going into my 7th grade year, my father had began to make a comeback from the still unidentified illness and life was beginning to stabilize.My mother had found a job working as a CNA my father is permanently disabled by his illness but was steadily improving and life was as normal as we could make it.That is until 9th grade.As my mother was working a 12 hour shift she injured her ankle resulting in her acquiring a bone bruise that the doctors tried to heal with a Subtalar joint infusion .There was a complication that resulted in her being diagnosed with CRPS (the most painful disease in the world in which there is no