My Life Of A Hero : My Hero

One day she talked to me about her pass. She said when she was youth she had a puppy and 2years later the dog was died. She’s devastated and don’t know how to deal with it until a day she found out she has terminal ill.

Everyone in the world has someone they look up to and want to be just like them one day. Everyone has different opinions about who a true hero is. My personal hero is my dad, David Laetzsch. My dad is my favorite person in the world because he is always there when I need him the most and I don’t know where I would be today without him. He has helped get me to the great life I have now and I am forever thankful for all he does for me. Nobody could ever compare to my father. He is the most caring, loving and genuine person I know even if he doesn’t show it sometimes, and that is why he is my hero.

That day when I returned home from school, my mom’s boyfriend called me asking to speak to my grandmother. Typically, Gus would call my grandmother himself if he wanted to speak with her, which was rare. I found out about my mom going to the hospital from my grandmother after that phone call. The doctor told my family that a stroke afflicted her in the middle of the day. My mom confused the date with her birthday, had trouble getting words out and remembering our family member’s names. The nurse had to take her for walks periodically and exercise her legs and arms because they were weak. Seeing my mother in this condition made me appreciate my mother and everything she does for me tremendously. However, I was terrified for my mother’s health.

A hero can teach many life lessons, morals and various other things. A hero is someone who can be seen as a role model or hope to people. A view of a hero is different to everyone. A hero can save someone from a fire, they can be there to give support or even enlighten people. My heroes may differ from another person writing this same paper. The title hero is given to people for multiple reasons.

My grandma was a mother of three. She had my Aunt heather, Aunt Angie, and my mother. She raised my mother and Heather while going to college, which is a fight on its own, but to make it more difficult, she had hodgkins and had spent over an entire year fighting it in Iowa’s childrens hospital and held victory her senior year.. The chances of surviving hodgkins in the 60’s was around 75% and wasn’t the end for my Grandma, she lived to fight another day. Moving on in her life,She spent most of her time studying, she graduated high school on the top of her class, then going to college of hamilton for business. During that time, she had my mom and my Aunt Heather on the way.

My grandma Linda was her only daughter. I spent weeks at Ma’s house in Holstein, Iowa. Christmas for the Grell’s was always hosted at Ma’s house. When I was young she would take me swimming at the communities pool, and ice cream afterwards. Ma’ was an expert cook, her favorite summer dish was fried chicken. She was nearly famous for that fried chicken. In September of 2012 Doctors discovered a tumor in Ma’s liver. Ma’s children paid for an assisted living home in Sioux City, Iowa. She pasted away March 21, 2013. Leading up to March the relationship between my mother and her parents decrepitated. My grandparents refused to come to my high school graduation.

I remember during Christmas that year, my father took us to her house, and he told us that it would most likely be the last Christmas we will ever have with her. I did not understand because I did not know she was sick. The day after Christmas, she collapsed and was placed into hospice. It was then that I learned that she had ovarian cancer. She was diagnosed before I was born and only continued to get treatment so she could stay alive long enough for my brother and I to remember her. Similar to my great grandmother, Barbara was placed in a hospice home. Now that I knew what that meant, I knew what was going to happen. I visited her as much as I could and I remember clearly my last visit with her. I recall pulling up to the place, stepping out of the car, and then just losing it. I was a mess by the time I made it to her

She used to be a hairstylist but then she was diagnosed in 1995 with Non-Hodgkins’s lymphoma. She went in many of times to the doctor because she had a lump on her neck. The doctors took samples of it and said it was nothing, but she kept getting sicker and sicker. She was finally admitted to the hospital a couple weeks after she went in. They ran some more test and found three spots with Non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma. My grandma then went through six months of chemo therapy to try and get rid of the cancer. Then in December of 1995 she found out that the lumps have shrunken and she was cancer free. No more chemo. During it all though she lost a lot of weight and along with losing weight she also lost her hair. After we have thought that my grandma has made it out of the woods she was diagnosed with breast cancer. She didn’t want to go through anymore chemo again so she had a mastectomy. She then found out that the surgeons have successfully removed all of the

She has gone through some rough times in her life, with getting Breast Cancer. She was diagnosed in November of 1989, and had a mastectomy on January of 1990. She made a full recovery and has been breast cancer free ever since. My grandmother is the most amazing woman I have ever known. When I need advice about anything she is my go to lady, she will tell you the truth and she will not hold back. She is so funny, smart, straight forward, kind, and I would not be the woman I am today without her amazing

She has had cancer two times throughout her whole life and always stays true to herself; she had breast cancer back in 1991 with a stage two cancer. She had already at this time had two older sisters who also had cancer themselves but had died from it. The doctors had her go through chemotherapy and she had to get a mastectomy, a procedure to remove the breast. After a long 6 months she had finally have beaten cancer, or what they thought.

I didn’t see her a whole lot because she lived far away. I wish I had gotten to see her more often before she passed. Having someone close to you be ripped away by cancer really just sucks. Cancer is a really dreadful thing. 12.7 people are diagnosed with cancer a year and 7.6 million of those people die. My aunt was among those 7.6 million.

I crawled into bed with her one night. Under the blankets and wrapped in her arms, I whispered, “Why did the doctors take your hair away?” To this, my mom softly explained to me the process of chemotherapy. I was four years old at the time, and two years prior to this my mother was diagnosed with Stage 4 Non Hodgkin's Lymphoma. Having never drank, smoked, or done drugs, her diagnosis came as an incredible shock. She fought it for the next three years of her life, and though I was very little at the time, I have very vivid memories of being with her through this. I remember rubbing her bald head while we watched movies, I remember painting her pictures daily, and most often I remember doing yoga with her on the beach.

She was at a hospital quite close to her home in Englewood, I can’t recall the exact hospital she stayed at, with its white floors, white walls, and white beds. Such a plain hospital room can hold so many stories from so many different people. Each time we would drive to the hospital, walk into her room, and see her, I was so scared that she would be worse than the visit before. When we didn’t visit grandma and grandpa in the hospital, I would think of her all the time. I was always so worried that there was a possibility that she wouldn’t make it because cancer doesn’t care who you are, your story, or your family history, it will pick whoever it wants and doesn’t

It was the end of the weekend. Her dad had been drinking a lot, so she decided to leave for the night with her friends. When she came back on Monday at dawn, he was sitting on her bed waiting for her daughter to enter the room and gave her a lesson that she would never forget. The next day she decided without telling anyone but her mother to leave the house and never come back, not until my grandfather would still be a part of this world. Weeks later, she

The person I consider my personal hero would be my twin sister, Brittlyn Massey. She’s 16 years old and looks exactly like me, we’re identical twins. We’ve grown up together and have always had an amazing pact. She understands, has a calming presence and is compatible. I have never been so unquestionably influenced by anyone else. We’re great sisters and even better friends.