My Day Of My Life

It was Wednesday morning, 6:30am, and yes I had to go to school. I remember calling and begging, asking if I could take the day off, but mom wasn’t having any of it, so I had to get ready. The pain was gone, which I was fortunate about, but I still felt ill. I hopped into the shower, washed up, and when I got out I collapsed. White light again, but this time it was all I could see. I closed my eyes. I was on the floor, unable to move. After what seemed like an eternity, I finally opened my eyes. I went straight to my bed, and fell asleep. I woke up a mess, and felt worse than before. I looked at my phone, and saw at least six hundred missed called from mom. I called her, fearing for what was to come. “WHERE ARE YOU? WHY DIDN’T YOU GO TO SCHOOL?” She screamed. “I’m at home. I didn’t go to school because I feel worse than before. I really need to go to the hospital.” I whimpered. She told me that we’ll go when she comes back from work, and I agreed. Back to sleep I went. I wake up to my mom rushing into my room. She signaled to get ready by moving her head quickly forty-five degrees to the left. I got ready to leave, and we left at around

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

Before my mom sent me and my dad off to find help, she was on the phone with the roadside assistance which seemed like forever. All of a sudden we then realized the gas station wasn’t that far down the road, at least that is what we thought. We started to walk to the gas station, our foots sinking in the mud, the cold mud rises to our ankles. We immediately turn around knowing that this wasn’t the right decision. The gas station was longer than we thought, it was not even visible. Trudging back to the car we come to find my mom on speakerphone with the phone ringing. It goes straight to

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.

So I called my dad since that’s who I live with and he told me he was on his way to come pick me up at work and that we were going to the hospital because my grandma called him and said the ambulance came to the house and took my mom and rushed her to the hospital in the cities. My dad couldn’t tell me what was wrong all he said was “it wasn’t looking to good for your mother”. My dad came and got me from work and we drove to the cities. We go to the hospital and every one of my family members where there a greeted me with hugs. Everyone was crying which means that things are looking good for my mom. We probably stayed at the hospital for roughly 12 hours talking to family, doctors, and praying for my mom. A lot of family friends came to hospital and or texted me or my family. A lot of people posted on my mom’s or my Facebook wall praying for us that she would get better. After being up for 21 hours, the doctors said she was in good hands for the night. I didn’t want to leave her but I needed to sleep and maybe get ready for work tomorrow. So my dad and I agreed to go home and hopefully come back in the morning, so we said good bye to my family that’s staying there the

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.

When I turned 11-years-old my whole childhood began to change my life went from being perfect to everything but perfect. One day I came home to hear the news my father, my best friend; my hero was diagnosed with stage 3 colon cancer. Not knowing the struggle my family was about to take on I just began to cry. I had a million things running through my head what’s going to happen? Will everything be okay? Why him? What is going to happen? With all these things rushing through my head all I could do was cry not knowing this was least worse to come.

She had had her surgeries, making me feel helpless I couldn´t do anything. The fall months had came and this it when it hit me harder. She had begun to lose her hair and become weak from the intenseness of the chemotherapy. As a fifteen year old sophomore, it´s hard to overcome this negativity and adversity. Seeing someone you love and especially someone who has been there your whole life go through this kind of pain is not a sight you want to see; this makes you want to shut down, not do well in school, sports, and your soical life. All you want to do is make your loved one better and when you can´t it can be very defeating. In the months following my mom had always reasured me, seeing the women I look up to most fight this made me want to fight adversity just as hard. It gave me hope to see my mom in the stands during those cold football games, seeing her cheer me on even though it may have hurt. Then it gave me hope to see my mom there when I had won indoor state in track, breaking records and making my name, in the spring months. It gave me hope when when my mom had finished her chemotherapy and radiation and started to regrow her hair. It gave me such reassurance and a more positive attitude that even though she may not feel one-hundred percent she still acted like she did to support her kids and show the most unconditional love. She´s

I was 9 when my mom received the phone call from her oncologist – he was fairly positive that she had breast cancer. Cancer. I remember feeling so hopeless and afraid – how could I live without my mother? How could I stand by and watch her die, unable to do anything to help? Even until today, I still remember the feeling of desperation and hopelessness

“Just relax” she says as I try to sit up and helps me lay back down. “Where is Aleshia?” I ask. “Dont worry” the nurse says “she's just in the other room, would you like me to bring her in?” As she comes into the room a wave of calm hits me she steadies me. She doesn't say anything but just climbs up on the bed and lays down beside me. I don't understand why this is happening to me, I'm a healthy person, I tell myself. But here I am one week later waiting for my first chemotherapy appointment. Calling my mother was so hard she cried, so did I. She agreed to take Aleshia while I stuck in the hospital and if… no the doctor said thinking about that won't help me get any better. The months went by like seconds The change that my body went through was shocking I was thin and horribly frail and months earlier when my hair began falling out in large sections I had it all shaved off. From the beginning I always had this moment pictured in the back of my mind but I kept on pushing it away but now it seems to be sneaking up on me. Getting closer every day, hour, minute. I can feel the life draining out of me and I know that I don’t have much time left. One night Aleshia and my mom come to see me and I can barely get any words out the nurses and doctors are in a panic and everything is chaos but all I see is my daughters face. I see her lips mouth I love you and then

It was early one summer afternoon, shortly after lunchtime, when I heard my mom scramble towards the door. There was little noise, besides her loud stomps and faint cries through the drywall. The wind whistled faintly through my slightly open windows. Suddenly, the air conditioning kicked in startling me. It sounded as if it was a faint boat in the distance. I could make out the sound of the air conditioning through my vents. My brother’s television powered on, as well as my dad’s. They whispered silently through the insulation. Eventually, it all turned off and once again there was my mom’s loud stomps and faint cries.

When I was in fourth grade I remember sitting in the classroom, making cards for my parents I remember hearing a kid saying what if your parents are divorced? I thought to myself, my parents would never get a divorce, but I was dead wrong. When eighth grade came around it was like any other school year, but my dad would pick us up everyday when I got home, I thought it was just going to be another regular night with my family. My mom came downstairs and said we had to have a family meeting I didn't know what to expect because we never really had them. My parents looked over at us and told us to sit down and listen to what they had to tell us. I could tell by their facial expressions what they had to say wouldn't be that good. I was in total shock when i heard the word divorce come out of my parent's mouth, I knew right then my life would never be the same. My eyes immediately start to tear up I couldn't fight the tears away. In that moment I thought my life was over and there was nothing I could do about it. I had so many questions to ask but I could tell my parents weren't in the mood to answer any. My dad had tears pouring down his face and looked at us and said I love you guys and gave us all a hug. I could tell my mom wasn’t trying to cry, but I knew this wasn’t easy for her either. Three years later a new man would come into my mom's life and I knew this was a huge turning point in my life. My mom said they were just “good friends’’ but I knew the truth. Three years

Summer of 2015 is when my life took a turn for the worst. I was losing myself, and everyone I’ve ever loved. Feeling alone, empty, and just lost. At one point in my life I was happy, extremely happy. I had friends and close family. I was genuinely complete. I remember all that changing on a Tuesday afternoon after school, in 5th grade, when my mom came to pick me up ,and we went to Mcdonalds after to pick up my sister. My mother was in the front of our little Honda mini van. I was in the back, and we were parked in the parking lot of Mcdonalds. The weather was so nice, not too hot or too cold. There was also absolutely no wind in the atmosphere. We were still in the car after a good 5 minutes. Then suddenly, my mom receives a phone call. The volume on her phone is all the way up, and since it was super quiet already, I could hear everything she and the other person was saying. When she answered she was so happy, so I assumed it was my dad calling. I was wrong. Some other guy answered, and they were talking as if they were in a relationship. Shocked, I was the whole time. The call ended in a “ I love you.” My mom responded in a “same here” so i wouldn’t know. That whole day was horrible and i couldn't help it but cry. “ How could she do this too our family ?” I remember thinking all day.

Its Tuesday October 3, and my and Grace are going to see our dad. Its the morning and I am reading my favorite book The Fault in Our Stars. My little sister Grace and I live on apartment B on the second floor.We live by ourselves because the court said that i was old enough and very responsible. Then a picture fell down from my wall it was a picture of me and my mom. Then it made me think that it has been a year since mom died. I remember that day like it was yesterday. Dad picked me and Grace up from dance practice and when we got home we saw mom laying in the kitchen floor covered with blood. Dad bent down to mom crying in tears then he ran upstairs to see if anyone was upstairs. The only thing i remember about mom’s body was that there was a gold bracelet on her body with the printed word love in pink. Nobody noticed except for me but I didn't say anything. When dad was upstairs after checking and seeing if there is anyone there he stayed up there to comfort Grace and he told me to call the cops so then i did and after i was done calling the cops i ran downstairs to go check on mom and the bracelet was gone but i still didn’t let it bother me. When the cops came they came in the house and saw dad.

It was May 17th, 2011, it was a normal school day when my brother and I were told that my mom called to say that she was picking us up early. I was anxious, wondering why we were going home early and breaking our usual routine. When my mom came to get us, the first thing that I noticed was that she didn’t greet us with her usual smile. I was 9 years old, very observant, but not able to sense what was to come. We got into the car, when I asked my mom where we were going hoping