Descriptive Essay On Lymphoma

I received an email from Katy the middle of June, the email was more exciting than any of the others I had revived. Katy said OMG you are not going to believe this. The doctors think that I am well enough to not go any more, all my tests came back good and I only need to go for a yearly check up. BEST NEWS EVER! I replied and told her that I was happy for her and that I remember how excited I was when I didn't have to go anymore. Then after that email all emails stopped I didn't here from Katy in almost two months and I thought she got busy with college. In September I got an email from Katy, but it was titled urgent. I open the email and it wasn't from Katy, but Katy's mother. The email said I am sorry I didn't write this sooner, you guys were good friends and she would have wanted you to know. I don't know how to tell you this but you won't receive any more emails from Katy. She passed away last month and I finally felt up to checking her emails and letting every one from the support group know what happened. The accident she told you about caused her to tear a tiny whole in her stomach, and it went

I just looked at her and walked away. I really did not know how to feel. I called Taylor mom phone, but got no answer. I kept calling and still no answer. I finally started crying. Losing her was like really losing one my brothers. I really looked at her like she was my big sister. For the next couple days I did not go to school. I just stayed home and cried. Taylor’s dad came over to see me and told me that everything was going to be okay. Taylor would want me to be in school having fun. So I went to school that day. Still sad, my teacher had made a card for everyone to sign for her dad.

I recall thinking to myself "why is this girl messaging me? we haven 't spoken in years". Without any concern or hesitation, i open the text. My heart quickly sinks down to my stomach, as I feel my body suddenly turn cold. It 's a screenshot of a Facebook post notifying friends and loved ones of Lauren 's involvement in a "tragic accident." The post asking friends and family to keep her in our prayers. My heart goes from what feels like no heartbeat at all, to racing 100 beats per minute. I remember thinking to myself, this can’t be true, nothing has ever happened to anyone I loved before, nothing like this! (That was my naive way of thinking back then.) I quickly call all her family members until I finally get a hold of someone one week later. It was her sister Jessie who broke the news. Yes, it’s true as tears ran down her face. My first thought was to ask how she was doing and so I did. The look on her face of disappointment I will always remember. I braced myself for the worst news as I held my breath. And that’s when I heard one of the worst news in my life. "Her legs had to be amputated" she said.

Burkitt’s lymphoma is a very aggressive form of B-cell non-Hodgkin lymphoma. The disease is related with Epstein-Barr virus and was one of the first tumours shown to have a chromosomal translocation. The Burkitt’s lymphoma disease is the most common childhood cancer where malaria is predominantly an epidemic. About10% of all malignant diseases in children under 15 years of age. Disease is very common in those whose immune system is not functionally efficient. With the help of intensive chemotherapy, children are in better health. On the other hand, children in third world countries are not as aggressive in treatment of Burkitt’s lymphoma. The right prognosis helps doctors evaluate the initial steps of Burkitt’s lymphoma.

What would be your first reaction if your physician told you that you have a case of Chronic Myeloid Leukemia at eighteen years old and that you needed to start treatment right away? How would I pay for surgeries or chemotherapy? And who would I call first to talk to about my current condition? These are all questions my friend asked himself when he went through what is called “the worst doctors visit of his life.” Being a part of someone’s experience changes you as a person because you learn to appreciate life more than you ever have before and you want to take chances you never thought you would. I met my best friend Jack my friendship year in high school. We became best friends after we went to homecoming together our first year of high school. Our senior year, Jack was playing rugby during the play off week to go to state. On April 28, 2016 Jack was tackled by the opposing team and knocked unconscious on the field. His mom,Laura, grabbed my arm in the stands and started running out of the stadium and onto the field where the sports medicine team and doctors were checking Jacks vitals. I have never heard the stadium on both sides so quiet waiting to hear if he was okay. The ambulance arrived ten minutes after the hit because he was not waking up they transported him to St. Luke’s emergency room and told his mom and I to stay in the waiting room until they completed a

Me and my older brother asked what was going on and she didn't responded us, so I kept on asking her, and she told us that my little sister had a tumor on her back spain. I didn't know what that was so I just started crying because I was scared. My mom packed pair of clothes for like a week for her and for my sister i didn't know what was going on. My dad said they were going to the hospital to take my sister and that he will be back later. That day they attended her fast after all those years that they would ignore her the first thing they did when she got there was an emory to make sure it was actually a tumor that she

There were many years that went by that there wasn’t a single bump in the road at all. She was living the dream life with my grandpa, while living on a lake retired and traveling all over the world. Then this past summer her brother was diagnosed with stage four lung cancer and there was nothing they could do to stop it. With him not being able to drive she would drive him to Grand Forks every day for the whole summer. Never once did she complain about the driving but just cherished every moment she had with him because she never knew when his last days were going to be. During what seemed like the darkest times she remained to keep a smile on her face and just be happy he was in a better place. After his passing, a couple months later she went on a trip to help clear her mind which then led to more problems.

June 26th, 2013 my phone rings, it is my father calling, I can tell by the sound of his voice that what he has to say is not positive, I know it is related to his health. He begins to cry, now I am crying, he says “Honey, I have cancer”. My sight is blurry, I can not see through my tears, my nose is running. I am trying to breathe but my chest is tight, I am breathing, it is labored and fast, my head is spinning. My heart is beating fast, too fast. My legs are heavy, I feel as though I might vomit. I can hear my dad on the other end sobbing, I have never heard my dad cry like this before. I do not know what to say, there is a long pause, silence, as we both cry. I try to speak but nothing comes out, then I manage to say

My mom gets off the phone then comes to my sister and I with her phone in her hand with a picture of my grandma on it (the same day). In the picture my grandma was eating some food in the restaurant on her throat there was a bump that had a bandage over it. My mom says, '' Do you see that bump on your grandma's' throat". "Yes" we said. She has had nodules for years, this time they found out that it had become a malignant tumor. My mother breaks down crying (with my dad right by her side), because her mother had cancer. We never would have thought that our grandma would ever have to be diagnosed with cancer. You know when you hear the word cancer, that it is a life or death situation. My sister and I were devastated, shocked, and in denial. My

Last summer my cousin and I were enjoying a meal with our families in China. It’s been 7 years since I last saw my cousin. We are about the same age and my favorite memory of her was celebrating her 11th birthday. I remember my uncle and aunt sitting to my right and my grandparents sitting to my left singing happy birthday as she blew out her candles. It has been so long I almost couldn’t recognize her when I arrived at the airport 2 weeks prior. My mom receives a call and leaves the room to pick up her phone. She comes back 10 minutes later in tears. She breaks the news to the family and that our trip would be cut short. She was diagnosed with breast cancer. In the following week, we pack up our bags and head out to the airport. She had to start treatment as soon as possible. I knew I would become the man of the house to take care of my mother and brother, who has autism, while my dad worked in New York.

It was a normal day, after school we got a text to come straight home right, no big deal right? I walked up the steps, dreading every step I took because she’s going to make me do dishes or something. I’m going to have to do a set of chores before I can leave again, normal day like I said. Little did I know, I would dreaded this day a lot more than expected. Once I seen the look on her face, I knew it wasn’t just dishes. She began to tell us to not be scared ,but she won’t be here for long. She has cancer and with only six months to live. I was in disbelief, shocked and all I could think is “how could you leave me like this?”, selfish right? I remember going down the stairs to sit in her car ,but she was too sick to drive, therefore, it would become mine. I sat there replaying a new Eminem CD over and over and over. So this is the beginning of a life-changing experience, your sweet 16 is supposed to be the best year of your childhood. Unfortunately, I will forever remember my 16 as the last year I kissed my mom , the last year I got to tell her something about my day and the last year she made me do dishes.

We get to our house, and I could tell if I were to say something it wouldn’t improve the situation in any way. The doctors had told her they found stage 4 pancreatic cancer. I am only 12, I don’t understand what cancer even is, all I know it is bad. What does stage 4 mean? Can’t she just go to chemotherapy and make it all better? What’s going to happen to my grandma? November 14, 2010, she found this out, and she couldn’t lose hope in herself. All of our family was determined to be there for her every step of the way, I was determined to be there for her no matter what.

Over the next year, she got progressively worse as she had refused treatment. As the months went on her condition worsened and it was obvious her health was deteriorating. The cancer had spread to her bones and to her brain, in turn making her more and more physically weak. After a stay in the hospital she was allowed to go home for a while. One night, my mom had gotten a call from my grandpa saying that she had broken her arm sitting up in bed. Her bones had gotten too frail. She was taken to Sanford Hospital on South University. Little did I know, this is the last place I’d have a real one-on-one conversation with my best friend in the whole world.

I asked her what was wrong and pulled her into a hug. It was when she said those five words, that my whole world started to spin around and around. “Aaron’s wife killed herself yesterday.” I, honestly, didn’t know what to think. I gave her another hug and went to the bathroom. I called my parents and told them the news. They told me to hang tight and wait for them to come to the restaurant, which was a forty-five minute drive.

On the day of October 7, My mom picked me up from dance at 9. I walked in my house and walked back to my bedroom and plugged my phone in, as I walked out of my bedroom and walked to the bathroom my dad had yelled my name to come here. My mom and dad were in their bedroom and I continued on to go to the bathroom. As I was walking in my mom walked out into the hallway and I whispered to her and said what does he want. My mom said “I don’t know” just go to the bathroom. So I went to the bathroom my heart racing and wondering what was going on, I knew it couldn’t of been good. When I came out of the bathroom they were still in their bedroom, and I was trying to avoid going in to talk. So I walked out of the bathroom and into the kitchen to get some grapes, and then I was heading to the basement to finish my homework. As I was washing off my grapes, they walked out into the kitchen. They then walked up to me and told me they needed to talk. My dad grabbed my hands and my mom walked to my side, and then that 's when they said my mom had breast cancer. I didn’t know what to say, so I just stood there and the tears started pouring out. That 's when all the questions and bad thoughts started to come to mind. The questions like what is she going to have to have, and then the thought of I don’t know what I would do without my mom. She came around and gave me a hug and told me she was going to be okay. I definitely couldn’t tell them that I was thinking that. I had to be strong and make