Creative Writing : Essay '

My grandfather was diagnosed with bone cancer about a year and a half ago. When I found out, it was hard to comprehend that I was going to have to see my grandfather become weak and small because of the lack of appetite from the chemotherapy. Days and weeks would pass and there was a bit of hope that led me to think he was fighting this cancer, but I was wrong. September of 2015 my grandfather passed

I wanted to thank everyone for their hard work in July your cases and submitting notes and mileage logs on time! I wanted to remind everyone of a couple of items regarding GA H.O.P.E. policy and good practice for providing social services.

Outcome 1: Understand the concepts of creativity and creative learning and how these affect all aspects of young children’s learning and development.

Today is the day: You are at the doctor’s office for your annual 6 month checkup. You feel fine, and everything in life is perfect. The doctor comes in with a stack of lab reports from your blood tests. You’re expecting news about how impressive your cholesterol is, and how healthy and fit you are. Unfortunately the doctor has to deliver different news today. Stage 4 terminal cancer, which has already spread to the bones. You realize that not only has your day been ruined, but potentially your life. You ask yourself, how much time do I have left? What do I need to do for treatment? How will I afford this? Unfortunately, this is not just a drawn up imagination for the millions of people diagnosed with cancer and other life threatening and life altering diseases around the world every year.

On April 1, 2005, I was diagnosed with osteosarcoma and immediately went through intense rounds of chemotherapy at the age of eight. The affected area originated in large tumor on my thigh, but it soon spread through my entire femur. I had many surgeries, including an eleven hour surgery that removed my entire femur. I am physically disabled, hard of hearing, and have a weak heart. Because I cannot bend my leg, I cannot participate in regular activities such as bicycling or sports. Also, I experience intense pain when I stand for more than ten minutes. I was always told that I would not be able to do certain things- mainly in the educational field, but time and time again I have proven my doctors wrong. I have been a straight A student since being released from the hospital. I have been in Top Ten every year and won many awards. Although my physical abilities are limited, I have still accomplished a lot for someone who was proclaimed ‘dying’ by doctors years ago. Cancer did not take my life,

“ This could be a life or death situation.” Wow I have cancer. I might die soon. This is horrible I always planned on having a great long life filled with dog treats and belly rubs, but this just got in the way of that.

During my time working at a family owned restaurant called Leo’s Chicken, I was the only employee other than the cook. This meant I had the large responsibility of being the cashier for the dine-in guests as well as the cashier for the drive through guests. I bagged orders, fried sides such as French fries and fried okra, and organized the chicken by cut after the cook removed it from the fryer. I also cleaned tables, did dishes, swept and mopped the dine-in area, and cleaned the bathrooms. My experience at Leo’s Chicken taught me several valuable lessons including the

Finding out you have cancer can be really hard to take and accept. However, no matter how hard it is, you must focus on your recovery above all else. This article contains many useful tips to help you in your battle with cancer, from learning about treatment options, to gathering moral support.

“You have Cancer”. Something everyone hopes they never have to hear in their lifetime. Something I’m sure my parents never wanted to hear about their child. Or my brother about his sister. But that was my life. In April of 2007, three months after my ninth birthday I was diagnosed with Rhabdomyosarcoma, a rare form of muscle cancer. The next year consisted of countless rounds of chemo, surgeries’, and numerous doctor visits. Even with the determination to stay in remission my disease, unfortunately reoccurred. This led to another 6-months filled with chemo followed by aggressive radiation therapy which finally ended in August of 2009. Little did I know this wouldn’t even be the hardest part of my diagnoses.

“You have cancer,” are three words that no one ever wants to hear or be told. These three words provoke emotions that are unexplainable. I, personally, have never been told these cruel words, but a loved one has. My mom, best friend, and hero was diagnosed with breast cancer two years ago. We were at the airport getting ready to board our flight to Colombia, where we had not visited in twelve years. The excitement of seeing our family after such a long time was quickly interrupted with the news we received. I may not have been the one diagnosed, but that does not mean that my life was not greatly impacted.

“I have cancer” is certainly not a pleasant phrase to hear from your loved one. The night of November 22 of 2014, the same night I got back from New Orleans, I was informed my mother had been diagnosed with kidney cancer. The night started off as expected by telling my experiences from the trip, giving my family members the souvenirs I bought, and showing off the wonderful pictures I took. After the experiences were told, souvenirs were given, and the pictures were seen I could tell by the nervous tension something was wrong. I was then told to sit down because we needed to have a family discussion about the news my mother had received. The talk started by my mother saying “I have kidney cancer.” then escalated to the plans of treatment.

In the medical industry, customer service is a very important thing. As a customer and a new patient, I expect to walk into an office and be treated with the same respect as the next person in line. About two weeks ago, I went into the oral surgeon’s office and was looking around to see a tiny, but crowed waiting room. I came into this office with high expectations, for my sister had just gotten her wisdom teeth removed in this office with “exceptional service’’, as my mother put it. So I looked up at the receptionist’s desk and found myself placed as the second person in line.

Also, at that time I broke my other leg so I could not walk on either one and was already bounded to my bed. The day I went to make my biopsy I went to another doctor, the best one in Croatia, according to my father. He scanned through all the examinations I gone through and asked me where is the x-ray test. That was actually the only test left which we did not do. So I went to make the last test before my biopsy. When we got back with the results the doctor said that I have a stress fracture on my bone. He explained how it is very difficult to differentiate stress fractures from malignant neoplasm or bone cancer. I could not believe my ears. He was saying that as they have mistaken that I have a virus instead of the flu. I had scheduled chemotherapy for next week, and now everything was over? First I was angry because of the false diagnosis, then I was happy because I am healthy, then again angry because all the suffering my parents went through, then again happy because, well I will not die that soon... it was a very strange

It was the last night of camp. Everyone had mixed emotions; some girls were happy to see their parents, some girls sad that they are leaving, and some who are just kind of like whatever. That night I was between, I was super excited to see my family and pick up my brother from the brother camp, but at the same time really sad that I was leaving my friends who became really like sisters to me. Most of all I was excited to have our parents watch Hymn Sing. I walk into to the dining hall for the last time with my cabin. We all have a sign where each cabin should sit and my cabin, Upper Loft plops right down and sits in a circle. My best friend Claudia whispers to me “ we must have fun” and I knew then that we are going to live this night

I vomited and lost appetite. My hair began to fall. Doctor said that it was normal because the uses of anticancer drugs and radiation will give side effects to the patients but it was just temporary. Somehow, I still couldn’t accept the fact that I had to go thru all these. My mum and sister did not have tumor in their breasts so I was supposed not being affected as well. Life is unfair! In fact, what hurt me the most was that my boyfriend started to ignore me after I told him. He turned off his phone so that I could not reach him and he did not even visit me and so as my classmates. At first, I thought that they were just busy on their own stuffs and they would come to visit me once they are free but they all were like suddenly disappeared from my life, I met none of them. I felt so lonely and empty. I thought I was the famous one but the truth was that no one even cared about me. All the efforts and memories that I put in my school were wasted. Suddenly, I had the thought of giving up. Maybe I should just end my life. There was nothing left of me. I refused to take medicine and looked for reasons to skip treatments. Not only that, I chased my mum out of my sight whenever she came to visit me. I scolded her and shouted at her. I always curled myself on bed and dreaming, feeling hopeless and broken. I hated myself.