How Does Grandma Have Cancer?

My mother had picked me up after school. On our way home, we passed by the school where both my uncle Beto worked. There was an ambulance there and we thought maybe a teacher had an accident. Shortly after we get a phone call from my aunt Ana, it turned out that my uncle suffered a heart attack while working. No one saw him while he collapsed, until moments later a teacher saw him laying on the floor, shaking, trying to breathe. My mom and I rushed to the school to see how my uncle was responding to the paramedics. My aunt was already there, we had to take her to the hospital because EMS wouldn’t let her drive while she was still in shock. It was hard to see how the paramedics were trying to help him

One night in January, I couldn't sleep and it was 4am and then out of the blue I got a call from my sister.. At first all I had was questions, “What do you mean his organs are shutting down?” And then she said it-- grandpa’s dying. She called telling me that our grandpa, who was battling cancer on and off for eight years,

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

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

My dad picked me up from school that day. I felt really uncomfortable trying to ask if he had heard anything about my mom. He felt really uneasy and I knew something was up. I just thought that mom was hurt and he was trying not to alarm me. Once we got home he told me to “Sit down. I have important news to tell you.” I responded “Why do I have to sit down.” “Just do as I say” He said. I sat down pretty confused. “ Your mother is dead son. I knew how much you loved her and she meant to you.”He said. When I processed what he said my entire world came crashing

During the month of October, I was told over the phone that my Godfather, the only father figure I have, was diagnosed with cancer two years ago. Based of my mother’s reaction to my gasp and sudden questions that she refused to answer, I could tell that she wasn’t planning on telling me in the first place. This information that my mother slipped up and said shook my whole world. Not only the fact that my “father” has a disease that kills daily but the fact that everyone knew but me. I was devastated, I instantly hung up the phone and called my “father”. He proclaimed that my mother volunteered to tell me when he was first diagnosed and he thought I knew all this time. My “father” is the reason I looked into Dr. Sebi, not only has he found a cure but one that actually works

Thinking very positive for him I was conceived that with the chemotherapy and the prayer of our community he was going to be cure. In early January my Grandma Odom pick me up from school like she did everyday. After I had got into the van Grandma and Mrs. McDonald walk to the back of the van and talked. I don't think of it until my Grandma had gotten in the van. I could tell by the look on face that something was terribly wrong. I start thinking of people who I love asking my Grandma about difference ones who I was closed to. As we head home we passed be the neighborhood in with Doc. Larry and Mrs. live. It hit me that something was going on with Doc. Larry. I ask Grandma "is it Doc."? She told me that it was Doc. and that he had come home to

When I got my family was around our wooden table. My dad on his soft voice said “ I don’t think your grandpa will go through one more night, you need to call him” he cried. I felt like I couldn’t do it, felt so week and a huge hole in my stomach, something I’ve never felt before, I grabbed the phone and when I was about to call, the phone ringed, I passed the phone to my dad, It was my aunt sobbing and barely able to speak, then she said “ he passed away, I’m sorry honey” I couldn’t believe it I didn’t even had the chance to say

This story is about my father, Robert J Motley II. About a month or 2 ago my father was diagnosed with heart/liver failure and a possible case of throat cancer. He lived in the hospital for about 2-3 weeks. He just came home on Wednesday. Every 4 hours he has to take a breathing treatment and must sleep with a mask on. His heart beats about 100 beats per minute, the average is 75. My father will be dealing with this for the rest of his life. When my father first went into the hospital the doctors said if he hadn’t come when he did, he would have died in 4 weeks. My oldest sister Marrisa Motley and her fiancé Ryan Zinke have been helping my father and running the house when he was gone. We are all very scared that he is going to leave us soon.

My grandfather’s body was slumped over on one side of his wheelchair, and I screamed when seeing his face turning purple. A few moment later, my father ran into the house, and he immediately drove my grandfather to the hospital. The doctor told my family that my grandpa only had one week left to live. The next day, my father saw a text from my uncle saying that grandpa has passed away eight o’clock in the morning. My father felt regret since he did not have the chance to see him for the last time. I was overwhelmed and shocked by what my father told me. My legs were shaking, and my heart was pounding faster than the beating drum. It was at that moment my eyes started to become blurry because my tears slowly ran down my cheeks. My grandfather was the most inspiring man that I had ever made in my

After a while of sitting in my grandparents living room mindlessly playing with my toys I decided to get up. I walked towards the commotion going on in the small hallway connecting the living room to the kitchen. The gathering of people consisted of my mom, dad, grandpa, and grandma. Curious about what was going on I walked over to the group. I reached my mom and looked up to see that her eyes were bloodshot, as if she had been crying. I looked over to my dad and his face, like everyone else's, was grim. During this time I kept hearing one repeating word, cancer. I started to listen more closely to the conversation going on around me because even at the age of seven I knew that cancer was bad news. I listened intently and heard my mom explain how she had colon cancer.

It is amazing how your life can change in an instant. On the morning of August 22nd, 2016, I woke up feeling normal. I got my normal clothes on, went to school, and had an okay day. Everything was perfectly fine… until I looked at my phone, and I saw that I got a text from a group chat that was with my Springer Theatre Academy group from the summer that made the ground shift under my feet. The text said “Mr. Ron has been moved into hospice care.” I looked up at my father who could tell something was wrong and quietly said “Oh no…” I had never had someone that I was close to go into hospice, so this was a very overwhelming feeling. I knew that Ron Anderson had been diagnosed with inoperable Stage 4 pancreatic cancer two years before. I had

Pancakes dripping with syrup, coffee steaming in big mugs, and bacon frying on the stove make breakfast at Grandma’s house a real treat.

He had multiple brain tumors and they were cancerous, he had stage 4 neuroblastoma, that’s what i think he had they never told me what he had. The only thing my mom could cry through her tears where, “Pop Pop is sick.” I knew what she meant though. The only reason my mom was so shaken was because her mom was also battling a form of cancer. My house was so quiet for the next few days you could hear a pin drop. My dad was flustered because he was so disconnected from his family. He couldn’t come back till Christmas, and that's in three

A week goes by and I was on the phone with my friend chloe and she had said something odd about aubrey so I asked if aubrey was ok and all chloe said was that she was “sick” and that she just left her house I called aubrey and started a casual conversation with her talking about summer and how she was then she said “Gracie, I have to tell you something..” she paused for quite some time then continued “I have cancer.”so of course like any normal human reaction, I was shocked and horribly sad. I asked what it was and what stage she told me it was lymphoma and they would find out in a couple weeks what stage it would be.