Driving with my little sister

This past week has been a hectic week for many reasons, the weather for one was not to much fun and second, I took my sister out driving for the first time since she got her permit. For one she did very well, especially with how the weather was, at first I did not want to take her for many different reasons. One of them being I was scared for my life and for her own, but after hours of begging I finally gave in. The whole time while she was driving I was being that passenger that no body likes, kept telling her to watch out, or yelling “DO YOU SEE THAT CAR STOP STOP”. After I calmed down I realized that she was not doing that bad at all, which surprised me. She followed the speed limit and paid attention ( for the most part) to the drivers around her. While driving with her I thought to myself, when did she grow up already, wasn’t it yesterday that she was just born. Being the older sister and eight years older then she is, I kind of always felt like her mom. Watched out for her, tried to teach her right from wrong, and now driving with her. In a sense it made me sad that she was growing up, I am happy to see the beautiful young lady she has become and excited for what else is to come in the future. However that still does not change the fact that she is growing up and isn’t so much my “little” sister anymore. I guess people who have children will know what I am talking about; however since I do not have any kids this was a new experience for me. After the driving around 12 mile and Orchard Lake was done, my sister and I went to a restaurant and had dinner together. We talked about the different things she plans on doing, I also lectured her on safe driving, such as no texting, no talking on the phone and if you have to pull over. I kept going on and on until she finally said ok I got it. I thought to myself if I am this paranoid and worried for my sister, then how will I be with my own children, I am not going to lie that really scared me and freaked me out at the same time. 

My Family

                  Hello my name is Ivona, and since this is my first blog I would first like to introduce myself. I am 25 years old and I attend Walsh College, I come from a very large family which will be the main focus of my blog’s. The reason that I chose my family to write about is because my family is what is most important to me. The way that I was raised is that family always comes first, and with family by your side you can get through anything that life throws at you. I am sure everyone reading this blog has had some type of family crisis happened to them.  Well before September of last year, I really did not go through much with my family, last September I took my father for a routine checkup at our family doctor. She did the usual routine that she always has done, however this time she came back in the room with news that would change my family’s life forever. She told us that my dad has type two diabetes, and after doing a EKG on him said that he is having a heart attack or could be potentially having one at any moment. Now me being the type of person I am I panicked but I knew I had to control myself and keep it together for my dad. I rushed him to the hospital and there he spent 12 days. Finally the doctors came in and said that he was not having a heart attack however the problem was that he has heart failure. For three months he had to wear an external pacemaker, required by insurance and finally in December they had a pacemaker put in, something that started out tragic for us, turned out to be a blessing. My dad is doing very well now, he has gained weight, his blood sugar levels are under control and today I took him to see his cardiologist and he told us that my dad’s heart has improved immensely and that he expects my dad to live a long healthy life. When our family doctor first came in to the room and delivered that horrible news. I truly thought that my heart was going to stop; I am very attached to my dad and could not imagine my life without him. I understand that death is inevitable however not now, not when my two sisters are still growing up, not when my mom needs him by her side and especially not when I have met the love of my life and hopefully marry him soon, I need my dad, my hero to walk me down the aisle. I am thankful every day that we went to the doctors and that it was not too late for him. 

My Little Sister