It’s a calm afternoon. Birds chirping, with a light breeze blowing. Basketball is on in the background; it’s March, after all. Seemingly this was like any other day, but in a few minutes it would quickly become one that changed my life. I’m upstairs in my room, running through my agenda for what would soon be due on Monday. Before long, a familiar voice hits my ears. “Jake, can you come meet me in the living room?” my Dad yells upstairs. As I arrive, I notice the entire family has congregated. The feeling in the room is rather tense, and I know at this point that something’s wrong. As soon as I sit down, my Dad utters four words that would shake me to my core: “Jake, I have cancer.” It wasn’t simply my Dad’s age that made this seem
I remember waking up that day and that feeling in my stomach, knowing what was about to happen. Growing up I knew about my father's sickness. My family, I recall, was always supportive. No one ever thinks about how one day, everyone you’re around for years, can just vanish. I cherished my friends as I was growing up. I lived there for a majority of my life, up until fourth grade. I remember sitting at a neighbor's house and having the mother come into the room and inform me that I need to be home swiftly. As I ran home, my head was crowded with thoughts to the point where I could not even think about why I was supposed to be home quickly. That day marked the transition of what would be the biggest change in my life. As by dad became sicker,
Sometimes in life things just happen and we have no control over them but we learn to move forward in spite of everything we face. When Nick receives his diagnosis for cancer, it frightens him greatly to the point where he begins to see death everywhere. He becomes adamant that his life could be lost to the same disease that took his father’s life. Not knowing how to deal with the news, he asks the
Taylor Has been through a lot her grandfather died and so did her uncle, he died at the age of 29. She never had the chance to say how much she loved them. She always thought “What if I had said something, anything, What if I had the chance to change his outcome but I didn’t, I did nothing I just let it happen.” Now she is afraid of losing her grandmother that would be the end of the 4th of July parties, the christmas get-togethers, the Easter parties, and swimming in her lake when it's burning hot in the summer. But what breaks her heart the most is that her father has cancer. Taylor’s father mean the world to her, He means everything.
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
Well, not quite. She doesn’t say cancer right away. Mom and Dad don’t know all the details yet, and Mom doesn’t reveal the cancer part right away. But she tells you that Henri has to have his kidney removed. And that’s scary. It’s scary to me and I’m seven years older than you are. Your little brother has cancer. You’ll cry, right there in the car, with Henri’s friend Ava in the back seat. Mom will cry a little too. Mom will cry a lot in the next year, she’s just as strong as Henri is. You get home and Henri is in the front lawn. He got to go to Burger King for lunch, in between his tests, and he got a green dinosaur toy. He’s just sitting there, playing. Happy. Looking back on that, I know now how miraculous that is. How incredible bravery is amplified by youthful innocence. You won’t understand that, and that’s ok. There are a lot of
“Sweetheart I have really really horrible news……..” my dad slowly spoke, “You have lung cancer from your mother's smoking habit.”
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
James Hosmer was a fisherman, a hunter, a gardener, and an office worker. He thought he was healthy most of his life. He couldn’t wait to retire soon. He had worked his whole life to get to this point. Then tragedy struck, he went to his doctor one day because he was having pain all over his body. That pain ended up being cancer. The cancer would stop him from planting his garden, the cancer would stop him from getting that big fish, and spending time with grandchildren. The cancer would also stop him from his lifelong dream of seeing his daughter Susana Nwosu graduate from nursing school. It was a slow and painful death. The person that was once full of life, happiness, and energy was gone. There was just a shell of a person left. He
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.
“I wish I had cancer or something, anything would be better than this,” I once thought as I lay in bed, after a particularly painful day spent at work with my father in lieu of summer camp, as I prayed my older brother would leave me alone that night.
Throughout my entire life some of the closest people to me have either lost their lives to or are currently battling against cancer. Recently I came home from Philadelphia where I go to college and the next morning when I went downstairs to my dad immediately telling me to sit down because he had to tell me something and simultaneously my mom is sitting soundlessly next to him. An overwhelming feeling instantaneously came over me and I knew I wasn’t going to hear good news. My dad asked me, “What is multiple myeloma?” and unhesitatingly my heart sunk and broke into a million pieces. I screamed out of fear, “Who has cancer!” and my dad with a look of grief just stares at me without speaking and I turn to my mom who looks at me with a distraught face. I screamed, “Mom, do you have cancer?” and I got no answer so I screamed, “Dad, do you have cancer?” and still no answer and lastly I screamed, “Does grandma have cancer?” and still I get no answer. Terrified at this point I am begging for them to tell me and my dad says you will have never guess who was diagnosed with cancer. After guessing wrong my parents finally told me and I was left speechless. It was my uncle and he has always treated me as if I was his own daughter. I never expected to hear this news and I especially never expected something so tragic to happen to such an amazing man. After processing the news for about a week I called him and he talked to me as if nothing has changed and he was telling me, “Kajel I am
It has been 2 days and Sadie is still estimated to live for 4 more days. That is very hard to think about. Dad hasn’t called or came home. I am not too worried about him because what he said about Sadie was rude and disrespectful. Sadie woke up very pale this morning. She got in the car without any clean clothes on. We sprinted back in the house and I pulled out a pair of black Nike sweats, a t-shirt and a teal Nike sweatshirt. I put the straightened blonde wig on. We finally got to the hospital. Debra, The nurse said The tumor is slowly spread. I look up to Mom she is asking the nurse what they could do and “ Why does happen to her, my beautiful young daughter she can’t die.’’ The nurse told her to calm down. “ Today we will just to intense
I’m not sure if you met my step-sister Kerissa Hinojosa?but we are close even tho she lives in San Antonio.She goes to church hill high school in SA.We are three years apart. Most of our us call her Amy because that’s her middle name.Amy and I have this type of bond that no one can replace.
Jack woke up one morning not feeling well. He felt very weak and could not get out of bed. His mother decided to take him to the doctors. The doctors took many tests to figure out what was making him feel that way. After about an hour or two the doctors got the results back from a blood test. Results that would change Jack’s childhood for the worse. Jack has been diagnosed with Leukemia, a blood cancer. Of course, Jack was not sure what that meant but, his parents became worried beyond belief with the long road ahead of them. Scientists and researchers were all involved in the discovery of Leukemia cancer, which increased knowledge of this cancer, decreased deaths and discovered treatments, and started charity groups to fund research.
The room is dim with the night light on, and my wife sleeps on her first night home. She’s in hospice, and I stand by her bed. With my free hand, I gently rub her fingers. My other hand grips the rail behind the seizure cushions.