Argumentative Essay On Huntington's Disease
I came home one school night to finding my mother sitting on our dining room table with her hands covering her face. “What’s wrong? Are you okay mom?” I asked her as I reached out to touch her arm. When she looked up I could tell that she had been crying. Her eyes were puffy and the sides of face were wet. “I just spoke with your grandmother and she told me my dad was diagnosed with Huntington’s disease.” Her monotone voice as she said these words reminded me of the time she told me my hamster had died. The following day, I went on the Internet and started researching Huntington’s disease, otherwise known as HD. I felt nauseous. Words popped up on my computer: behavioral disturbance, hallucinations, paranoia, psychosis, depression, suicidal
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I was used to wake up, smash my alarm clock until it was dead silent, slither out of my cozy sheets and jump out of the shower when the water was freezing cold without considering the neural activity that precipitated my habitual movements. Having a close relative die due to a genetic disease puts everything into question. Since my grandfathers passing, I have started to take better care of myself. I know that bad things are going to happen, but I have the power to prevent some of those things from occurring. I have made my decision to get tested when I turn 21. I have considered the pros and cons. Getting to this point was not easy primarily because my mother refuses to get tested. Revealing my tested HD statues also reveals whether or not my mom carries the gene. No one wants to know their expiration date, let alone know how they will die. When I was born she didn't know there was a possibility of me acquiring a progressive, degenerative brain disorder. I owe it my future children to be responsible and determine if I have been passed down this cruel
I was used to wake up, smash my alarm clock until it was dead silent, slither out of my cozy sheets and jump out of the shower when the water was freezing cold without considering the neural activity that precipitated my habitual movements. Having a close relative die due to a genetic disease puts everything into question. Since my grandfathers passing, I have started to take better care of myself. I know that bad things are going to happen, but I have the power to prevent some of those things from occurring. I have made my decision to get tested when I turn 21. I have considered the pros and cons. Getting to this point was not easy primarily because my mother refuses to get tested. Revealing my tested HD statues also reveals whether or not my mom carries the gene. No one wants to know their expiration date, let alone know how they will die. When I was born she didn't know there was a possibility of me acquiring a progressive, degenerative brain disorder. I owe it my future children to be responsible and determine if I have been passed down this cruel