Cancer Informative Speech

The parents came out of Grandma’s room by one by one, bags under their eyes, makeup running down their face, and bright red noses. By that time, I could almost predict what happened. As my mom and dad approached us with their heads down, I prepared myself to hear exactly what I never wanted to hear. “The doctors are turning off the life support machine. She isn’t suffering anymore, and she will be looking over every one of you guys. She said she loves you all so much,” Mom told us while my dad didn’t hide his tears back.

Cancer is a frightening topic, the National Cancer Institute states that “more women in America have died of [cancer] in the last two decades [than in WW1 and WW2 combined]”. It’s no wonder the word alone can bring anguish to many, there is still much we don’t understand about cancer. It wasn’t until recently that we began to noticed a trend of disease in my family. My grandmother Olga Losoya Suarez passed away in August of 2015 to colon cancer at the age of 75. As one can imagine this was devastating as she was the center of the family, always bringing everyone together on the holidays. Soon disaster struck again as my grandmother on my father’s side, Carolina Tovar, passed from pancreatic cancer in June of 2016 at the age of 71. Although most of the family felt a mixture of emotions, one that dominated the rest was concern. My parents, Aunts, and Uncles concerned that cancer was becoming more prominent in our family sought checkups from their doctors. My Aunt Linda informed

In 2009 my uncle was diagnosed with Cancer. Much like Sundiata, he did not display and fear in the face of danger. No matter how much his condition worsened, he stayed strong and shed no tears. For the sake of his family and friends, he did not want to show weakness. After his diagnosis, he underwent chemotherapy as well as many surgeries. He continued to work and support his family for as long as he could.

She had ______ cancer. My uncle had stepped out for ten minutes to purchase some medicine from the pharmacist. Nancy thought she had a cold. As soon as he left, the doctor’s say, she fainted, and died. It was sudden. The news hit everyone hard. Her funeral was somber, and everyone wore black. Not one person uttered a word. Even so, I knew what everyone was thinking. How could someone who was so generous die at such an early age? I was thinking it too. How is life so unfair? If the one person that is truly constantly happy and giving just dies, what is that supposed to mean? Should we no longer be happy? Should we no longer give? I thought about Nancy’s life. How it meant nothing. She gave and gave, and still she was taken away. A single tear escaped from my eye. It froze, in the center of my cheek. I didn't wipe it

Cancer is usually a terrifying word. Those who have never received a diagnosis of cancer, likely cannot fathom the anxiety such an event produces. Even forms of cancer that are highly treatable often bring about significant and immediate life changes for patients. Hopefully, the ideas from this article can help to demystify cancer, and make it somewhat easier to cope with the disease and its effects.

In September of my junior year of high school, my mom told me for the third time that she had cancer. She had spent the entire summer coughing. It was a bad summer cold or maybe a stubborn case of bronchitis. No one could seem to figure out what was causing the cough. A late summer bronchoscopy finally solved the case. It was cancer. Calmly, she reassured me on that September day, “It’s an early stage cancer. They say it’s very treatable. We’ve been down this road before.” The next nine months was a road that no one in my family had traveled. Frequent doctor visits, chemotherapy treatments, and hospitalizations became our new normal. We painstakingly watched as each round of chemo treatments devastated and weakened her. Through everything, my mom was resilient, tough, and determined to live.

When I was a kid, I always wondered why it took so long for an ill person to become well again. I always thought that if the ill person went to the doctor they would be back to normal the next day, but that’s not the case. For some people it took several days, weeks, months, and even years to conquer an illness but as a child I never could understand that. I don’t know how many times I’ve asked my mom or dad how come the doctors don’t get together and make a “miracle” drug that could heal anything and everything. It wasn’t until the age of 15 when my grandmother was diagnosed with breast cancer that I understood why it took so long for others to heal and the process that they had to endure in order to be healthy again. Shortly after my grandmother’s diagnosis, I started looking into what it would take to get a drug that would cure cancer through the approval process on the shelf to save some many others just like my grandmother. But I kept running into a dead end. Everything seemed to keep pointing towards chemotherapy and radiation. Although I wanted something to heal my grandmother fast, chemotherapy and radiation was the only solution if I had wish to see her watch me graduate high school. I went to almost every appointment with her to watch how it helped strengthen but also watch as it drained her energy. A month of chemotherapy and a few weeks of radiation and my

After many chemotherapy sessions, it became clear that the chemo was truly killing her! Of course, when you are in a situation where your life is involved you begin to do any an everything that comes to mind to help the big problem. With that being said, granny flew to Houston Texas to the cancer center to begin a new type of chemo. Once she arrived in Houston she decided she no longer wanted to go through with chemo, she told us she believed that we needed to put it in the Lords hands and let him handle

I knew from that point on everything was going to be okay and she was a fighter. After a few weeks of chemo she was able to go back home and take care of herself again. I didn’t want to bother her or make her tired so I tried not to ask as many questions or talk as much. On our last real morning together she woke me up and asked me, is it coffee for one or two? I smiled and said make it two I had a rough night. She laughed at me and said one it is and milk and honey for the youngest nurse I’ve ever had.as we always did we had our morning talk, but this talk was different. She told me, if anyone ever asks about me tell them my name was Ruth Mae Marks I was born a Simmons and I was a fighter. I raised all of my girls to be fighters just like me. I looked at her with a confused face as she smiled at me and said, my life was spent work all day until you came along and I had a reason to retire. She told me every morning I gave her something to live for just because she knew I would always be there waiting for her. I started to cry because I knew this was her good bye, she told me tears were made of salt and salt was made for cooking not running down your face. This was the morning I learned how to make red velvet cake and the last morning I got to talk with my grandmother. As much as I miss her I’m glad she’s at peace. Every day I spend my mornings talking to her in hopes that she hears me and I’m making her proud of me. She made me a fighter and a strong believer that I can overcome

Introduction When you have cancer, talking with your friends and family about it can be difficult. You need to decide who to tell and how much information you want to share. Being diagnosed with cancer is a very personal experience. How much you share with others is up to you. Effective communication can help you and your loved ones deal with emotions and help ensure that you get the help and support that you need.

So many questions came to my mind...is my grandma cancer free for real this time? Will she go through another surgery? Is Gram going to die? Why did God choose Grandma? My grandma is one of the strongest people I have ever met and ever will meet. Christmas of 2015 I thought would be her last and that I should take it all in for maybe the last Christmas Eve together. 2016 comes around the corner and Grandma Botbyl is sitting on the couch surrounded by her loving family on another Christmas Eve thankful for God’s presence. I am glad to say that Grandma Botbyl is now cancer free and God really did bring me alone with my family through one bumpy

Only 2 years prior, we had received news that my grandmother had been diagnosed with lung cancer, already in its late stages. Why is this happening? Is the only thought I could muster after having my seemingly well-grounded world shaken up. Only being barely 14, it was one of the first problems I had to be submerged in, at an age where I should be free of worries. So when we got the call we had all been dreading to receive for 2 years, we immediately went to Dallas to see her, for one last time.

When my dad was diagnosed with colon cancer, the doctors told him it was in the third stage. Though colon cancer is a very treatable cancer, there was always the chance that the cancer could metastasize and spread to other organs, which in turn would be a death sentence. Through the horrific news of just finding out he would have to get part of his colon removed and also go through numerous rounds of chemotherapy to ensure

The next few weeks were filled with great hope as we went from doctor appointments and more tests, but all ended with the same devastating diagnosis, Charlie had a Metastasized Mass in his brain and he only had a few months to live.

December 13, 2013, a day that will always hold an agonizing place in my heart. On this day, my beloved grandmother passed away at 82 years old. Her loss was unbearable. It was hard, and still relatively difficult, to picture a world without one of the most loving people I have ever met. In the end, it was pneumonia that took my grandma away from me, and I watched helplessly in a cold hospital room as the disease slowly crippled and mutilated her. You want to keep holding onto faith in this situation, faith that she’ll recover, but as time progressed, that faith began to recede. Then there came a point to where she could no longer, speak, eat, or remember who we were on her own, and that’s when as a family we had to make the hardest decision of our lives. My family agreed to take my grandmother off of all devices that kept her stable: medicines, feeding tube, respirator. My grandma was basically left to die and I didn’t know how to respond to it. I grew so weary of seeing her suffer on that hospital bed for weeks and longed for her to be at peace, but I became angered with the fact that we had given up on her and denied her any chance at life. She continued to live for 2 days without these remedies, before passing on to the next life. It was so hard watching someone I love slowly fade away in what is supposed to be an institution of healing and rehabilitation. I was consumed with so much guilt, remorse, and contempt for the medical system. Why would they