Descriptive Essay : The Defining Days

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

Traveling is one of my family’s favorite things to do. The family has visited numerous places throughout the United States, however, none are as memorable as Atlanta, Georgia. In Atlanta, there are many places to go and sights to see such as: Cola-cola factory, Cabbage Patch Kids Factory, Under Ground Mall, the Zoo, Atlanta Braves Stadium, Six Flags Over Georgia, Stone Mountain Park, and the Atlanta Aquarium, are all in or near the city of Atlanta. The three that we visit on every trip to Atlanta are Six Flags, Stone Mountain, and the Atlanta Aquarium.

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

The storm I witnessed was Hurricane Sandy. When I first heard of the hurricane I thought it wouldn't be as bad as some people were prediciting, but as the storm approached I certainly changed my mind. As we sat in the house it became very real how bad the storm was going to be. It was scary to hear the wind howling; blowing the trees around, hearing branches falling and the windows rattling. Hurricane Sandy left a lot of desvesation and distruction not only in New Jersey but in the Tri- State and surrounding areas. the storm left many

It all started with our family sitting at the dinner table with my mom crying, holding crumpled up tissues with black streaks of mascara on it. My dad nervous enough to say, “Your mom has stage four breast cancer.” Those words have stuck in my head clear as a bell for the last eight years. Our faces of curiosity soon turned into fear. As an eight year old I didn’t understand a lot of words grownups said, but those burning words were sharp knifes on my throat.

This is the big game of the season, it’s football time and this game is to see who plays North Scott in the finals. It’s a game of rivals with the DeWitt Sabers and the Maquoketa Cardinals. These two teams hate each other and who ever wins this game will have huge bragging right. It’s a Friday at Birney Field here in DeWitt, the Cardinals get to pick the side of the coin for the coin flip.

I can’t exactly say I remember it like it was yesterday. The only reason I won’t say that is because I can’t remember how I felt, if I felt anything at all. What I can say, is that I remember exactly how everyone around me felt. I’m not sure if it was the sufferance that made me numb, or if my brain is simply blocking out the immense sadness I must’ve felt at the time. Either way, it all started the beginning of April in 2012. When my mother first told me that we were going to drive to Canada because of a family emergency, I’m sure I must’ve felt shocked at the news; my mom usually hates when I miss school, especially that late into the year, but I obliged. I didn’t have a choice really, so my mom sat me down to tell me what exactly the family emergency was. Turns out my aunt Cristy had cancer, stomach cancer. I looked it up later that day, still slightly confused, as stomach cancer is rare. I slowly began to understand things, whatever it might mean to understand cancer anyway. My aunt had a very rare stomach cancer. We were driving 16 hours to Canada to see my cancerous aunt.

Those years were difficult on all of us, especially when I was older and just starting to understand all the medical operations that were happening. Since those years have past, I have grown into the person I am today: no life is about living to one's fullest potential. I thank cancer for making me stop and listen and remember what is truly important in life. Whatever the case may be, it’s clear what my purpose is meant to be in this world. All I want in life is to give back to society, working with babies and children in the medical field. The doctors and the nurses who showed remarkable help to care for my sister and to them I will forever remain indebted. As a result of that, I have found a love for caring for the little kids that are fighting for their lives against the evil cancerous

I never thought I would be affected so deeply by one word. Cancer tore my whole world apart in what felt like an instant. When my mother was diagnosed, never did I imagine it would take her away from me. I was essentially just a child who never thought about death. Let alone, the death of the one person who is responsible for bringing me into this world. I went through a lot during the course of a couple months. From the doctor’s appointments, to multiple hospital environments, then finally getting the call I never thought would come. One thing that I will carry with me is not having my mom there to witness all the important things happening in my life as I get older. The most difficult thing I had to cope with was I had to grow from a child

After multiple emergency room visits with her and my dad, she was admitted just days after our car ride. By this point, my beautiful, rosy haired, blue eyed grandmother had such unbearable pain in and around her abdomen, that it was hard to look at her without feeling the pain she was feeling. Despite the excrucaiting pain of the bladder cancer was slowly making her weaker and weaker, she pushed on. My grandmother was the toughest person I knew and there had been numerous events where she continued to show me and my entire family just how strong she was. Although she was the strongest person I have ever known, she was very fragil and ended up having to come stay with my family and I on hospice care. And throughout my journey with her living with us, I realized just how much we need to cherish every moment with the people that we love. From the days counting down towards her death, I felt as if I had never had done enough with her and that I would do anything to be

When I was between the ages of ten and twenty-seven, my mother managed to treat her cancer diagnosis as one of life's unique teaching

Boom! Crash! I see thunder swiftly strike through the shadows and illuminate all of main street. I can hear the shrieks of the wind, and see the relentless rain barraging the thin four pane window next to my booth in Beth and Jerry's. This place is ironically not owned by anyone called Beth or Jerry but instead owned by a tall slender man with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. This man, who is commonly referred to as Ddaniel, appears to be wearing a black shirt, black jeans and a white apron over top. Zzzzt! Poof! The room falls into darkness and an outcry of voices attacks me from every location. I see Ddaniel rushing into the back like a lion chasing it’s prey. He comes back and says, ”We have plenty of candles, no need to panic everyone.” The screams of terror and the outcries of unhappiness cease. The candles reminded me of a baby getting its favourite toy or even a beacon of hope that the power will come back on. A strange man and Ddaniel are handing out the candles. The strange man approaches me, He’s wearing a black jumper, a V-neck undershirt with sunglasses hanging off the bottom of the V and some black ripped jeans. He has an olive complexion, slicked back black hair and brown eyes. He says in a deep, smooth voice “My name is Jeff” is was like a hot 1000 degree knife slicing through butter. Jeff Proceeds to place candles on my oak wood table and continuing conversation. “Just incase you didn’t realise, one of the powerlines on 6th street went down which is why there

I look out the small oval window as my carriage makes it way along the ruff, jerky and jarring dirt road. The darkness makes the tree branches look as if they are reaching out towards me, causing me a slight feeling of unease. The rain bashing hard against the window reminds me of the night it all happened. As my carriage travels over a large bump I am jolted in my seat, startling me as my mind had drifted to memories of that dreadful night. I try to look away from the window and think of something else when a loud crack of thunder alarms me. More memories from that night. I look down to my hands in my lap and realise that I have been nervously moving them together subconsciously, ‘a nervous habit I need to stop’ I think to myself. I wonder how far away I am from the destination? I again look out the window and notice how dark the night looks, caused by the dark storm clouds and gigantic trees that loom overhead.

It felt nice, the fresh breeze of air as I jogged down a desolate park during the night time. It wasn’t a good day, so it felt nice to have the moon in full view over me as I vented my frustrations in each step I took. Suddenly, I heard crying. I took an earbud out, no longer hearing Taylor Swift, and the crying was louder than ever. Bewildered, I looked around for a moment as I suddenly noticed a few feet away on a bench, a girl was crying. I squinted for a bit, trying to see her clearly in the darkness. Immediately, I noticed she was young. I saw she was rather skinny, somewhat tall thought that could be deceiving as she was sitting down, and was wearing a crop top that showed off her belly and displayed a low V-neck with shorts that clearly showed off her features. She had on stockings, and I could see her shoes were next to her, 3 inch heels that looked clearly painful as she was massaging her feet for the moment on the bench, tears streaming down her face as she was looking down. I approached for a moment, “Hey.”. She jumped, startled by the apparent hello, and looked up to find me approaching her, as I quickly held up my hands, to show I meant no harm. There was an awkward silence for a moment, as we stared at each other for a moment, as I’d calmly take one step after another towards the bench, my mind racing and my heart aching as I felt I needed to confirm my worst thoughts. I was finally able to sit next to her, I didn’t look at her yet though, as she was still

There was little to be said about a small town like New Hope. People didn't come to see their attractions, didn't come to even drop by to say hello. Hell, a lot of people that inhabited the rich lands of the town believed they were alone in the world. Forgotten. Leaving them to their ways of life without being disturbed by the bustling and hustling, stress filled ones of the city. Forgotten maybe, but that's how a lot of people wanted it.