Waking up with my mom saying "Alexis, I took your dad to the hospital early this morning," that wasn't what I wanted to hear first thing in the morning. I began to sweat; my palms began to get clammy and this nauseous feeling coursed through my body. I didn't understand why mom took him at first but then remembering at 3 o'clock that morning he was struggling to breathe, then I realized why. Immediately when I got to school I told my best friend of 13 years what my mom had told me this morning. My best friend was with me throughout this whole journey. The evening of April 5th that evening was the first time I went and saw my dad in the hospital. Seeing him, lying there not being able to recline the bed up to greet me because it hurt him, was hard enough. Not realizing that this was the begging of the end for him. He then began to tell me how proud he was me and what decision he made by smoking. That conversation was enough to get me to get sob. He then said "Come here," I knew then he wanted to hug me and try to reassure me he was going to be okay. Little did we know he wouldn’t be. My family spent the coming weeks driving from either the house, work or school just him. In one week we spent $200 dollars just in gas alone. The night he was admitted to the Hospital the doctors did a CT scan and an X-ray: That's when the doctors had found a mass. So naturally, they wanted to do a biopsy that week to see if the mass was a cancerous legion. With Johnson 2 all the
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My mom called me to a family meeting,I wandered down the stairs knowing that he had been sick but I never thought that this could have ever befallen upon me.When I walked into the living room tears ran down my moms face like the rain rolling down the window. I new what had transpired but I still would not accept the truth, I kept saying NO! NO! NO! But There was nothing I could do It felt like the walls were closing in, then I realized that he was in a better place and that his memories would always stay with me in my actions and words.
My maternal aunt gathered us together and we all sat on the couch. She turned to my mother and told us she had cancer. I looked at my aunt and I did not know what to say or how to respond. Three months later, my father received a phone call from his sister telling him that my pregnant cousin, Elizabeth, was diagnosed with leukemia and had to give birth to her premature baby. She and I grew up in the same house in Arizona and what hurt me the most was not being able to be with her during this difficult time. When we went to visit her in Arizona, my dad told us before entering the hospital room that he did not want us to cry in front of her. I was scared to enter. I did not know what to say to her but I knew I had to be strong. We stayed there for the holiday season but we never celebrated the holidays, that was too
I can still remember the day I was diagnosed with cancer. I was in sitting on the hospital bed like every normal checkup. My mother was speaking with the specialist about my results. I was looking at their facial expression to see any hint of urgeness, then I looked away to see out the window. When I turned back my mother was crying. I was shocked,
I remember waking up that day and that feeling in my stomach, knowing what was about to happen. Growing up I knew about my father's sickness. My family, I recall, was always supportive. No one ever thinks about how one day, everyone you’re around for years, can just vanish. I cherished my friends as I was growing up. I lived there for a majority of my life, up until fourth grade. I remember sitting at a neighbor's house and having the mother come into the room and inform me that I need to be home swiftly. As I ran home, my head was crowded with thoughts to the point where I could not even think about why I was supposed to be home quickly. That day marked the transition of what would be the biggest change in my life. As by dad became sicker,
When my dad came home that evening he sat me down and asked me if I knew what cancer was. I had an idea so I just nodded my head, he went on to tried to explain to me how bad the cancer was that my mom had been diagnosed with. Seeing my dad so afraid scared me. The fear I felt then led me to realize that I needed to try and hide it because it would only hurt my dad more to see his children so upset. I did my best to help, I tucked my little sisters into bed while my mom was away at the hospital, read them stories and did the best I could at preparing snacks to comfort them. After my mom arrived home and she recovered from the surgery she started chemotherapy. The miserable treatment that attacks the cancer also makes her very ill. Every other week she was sick. Before every bad week I wanted to cry, but that wouldn’t help anyone. Lane and Kenna already were crying, if I cried it could only hurt my parents
I really wanted to go and see my brother, but my parents wouldn't let me and that made me When my parents went to go see my brother and I wanted to go, but they wouldn't let me. I sat there and waited for my parents to get back in silence. When they got back they looked like they were about to cry and just me seeing them made me cry. We sat there for an hour in silence until a nurse came in and said we had to go to a different floor and so we headed upstairs and by that moment I knew what was going on, my brother wouldn't make it. When we got upstairs we went into this room that was bigger than the one we were in. We all sat there in silence for a long time and then someone came in and said that we can say our final goodbyes to my brother.Next thing I knew I seen a priest and I tried to stay in the room but I couldn't do it. When my brother was still alive, he was my hero and I wanted to be like him. Smart, caring ,and he helped others.That night really screwed my life, even to this
“The First Day” is a story about a five-year-old girl and her first day at school. "Even Sundays when I was in her womb, my mother has pointed across I Street to Seaton as we come and go to Mt. Carmel", her mother had always wanted her to go to Seaton Elementary School because it was right across from her church. However, when they entered the school to register, the teacher informed them that they lived "beyond the area that Seattle serves". When the young girl asked her mother “Mama, I can’t go to school?”, her mother responded, “One monkey don’t stop no show”.
One day my dad came home from work. He looked really upset and didn’t seem like himself. Him and my mom told my brother, sister and I to come to the kitchen because they had bad news. “Kids, your great grandpa was diagnosed with lung cancer yesterday.” My mom told us with watery eyes. “Yeah,” My dad started, “We just found out this morning.” This was very upsetting and depressing news for my family and I to hear, but we all got through it together. We did this by going to see him as much as we could, even thought he lived three hours away from
One day, on a crisp summer evening, my two brothers had visited from sebring.My mother had told us to sit down on the couch and thats what we did. I knew something was wrong when my brothers looked at me worriedly...Logan started crying and I got really worried, then my mom began with the words “Olivia, I know you don't want to hear this but, i’m diagnosed with cancer”....she explained how she was diagnosed with it, she had a lot of tumors and a lump in her throat, I didn't believe this, my life had changed forever at that moment, I thought to myself, how was i going to cope with this? The change would be hard but maybe it will bring something good hopefully
When I turned 11-years-old my whole childhood began to change my life went from being perfect to everything but perfect. One day I came home to hear the news my father, my best friend; my hero was diagnosed with stage 3 colon cancer. Not knowing the struggle my family was about to take on I just began to cry. I had a million things running through my head what’s going to happen? Will everything be okay? Why him? What is going to happen? With all these things rushing through my head all I could do was cry not knowing this was least worse to come.
We were in the hospital with my twin brother, he had surgery and was in bad shape he has Cerebal Palsy which makes him not walk or talk, which means surgery usually goes bad for him. Then we got THE CALL, it was about how my Great-Grandma fell and broke something in both legs. I had two family members in the hospital, and I didn’t know what to do. I felt so scared that I thought that my nerves were just going to pop! We then traveled to New Mexico and we were at her bedside telling jokes and just all around having a bittersweet time, because we didn’t know if she was going to make it.
Friday early morning, we received a phone call from my dad telling us that we need to come back to the hospital. I could feel the tears coming down my cheeks, I just wanted to explode at any moment as we heard his final words, that moment in that hospital room overpower with so many mixed emotions
April, 26 2012 my dad died. I believe it was the month of December when my mom sat me down and told me. I will forget this night, We got Popeye's for dinner and she usually didn’t sit at the dinner table with me but this night she did. I remember her sitting directly across from me staring and smiling, I could tell something was up. Then she told me Papi has liver cancer, and the doctors say he has a few months left but we’re not gonna go by what the doctors say we’re going by what the good lord says! At this time I was 12 so it didn’t really know how serious I should of been taking it. I remember I felt like crying but I didn’t want my mom to know I was scared, so I tried to hold back my tears. The thing is when he was battling with this I never really thought about the fact that he would die, I just thought he would get better and everything would be fine.
I remember the day perfectly; my first day at this new, hot and sweaty school. I was sitting in photography class, the only class that I was excited about, because I appreciate the art of photographing so much. I love the thought of capturing a moment and keeping it frozen forever, all in this little eight by five piece of glossy paper. I walked in, looked across the room and there she was, this beautiful and breathtaking girl who was right in front of me.When I glanced up at her I could not look away, her appearance captivated me. I remember exactly what she looked like; she had on a red hoodie, a pair of skinny jeans, and black Vans. Her physical appearance was more desirable, she had beautiful, long brown hair that reminded me of a nice, warm cup of coffee. Her eyes were the color of the ocean,beautiful and light blue. Finally, what I feel like is the most important feature of her is her smile, the smile that drew me in from the moment I caught a peek of it. I knew from the minute I saw her that she was going to be the one person in this entire world that would actually treat me like I mattered. I knew that she would not belittle me for who I loved or what I decided to wear, this girl was indeed the one person who would turn my entire world upside down.
When I was four I sat in the back of my dad’s doctor’s office visit playing with my dolls. He looked at my dad and told him that he had six months to live. I remember laying in my bed at night hoping that I would see my dad the next morning. This never ended until my dad died nine years later. In those nine years if I heard an ambulance headed up the highway towards my house while I was at school, I got a sinking feeling. There was further suffering as I watched my father decline over the years. The suffering and the worry took away much of my childhood thoughts and innocence, but I did not know that then.