cancer is the enemy. cncer kills over 20 thousand people a day occording to global report. this terrole disease is so common 12.7 million people a year find out they have cancer and of that number rouggly 7.6 million die. cancer being the leading cause of death world wide has led to several fundraisers to support our courageous fighters. a fundrauser i have been lucky enough to participate in is a 5k run/3k walk. i was 13 when i partocipated in my first 5k run/3k walk in stuttgart germany for a light the night for all kinds of cancers. pervous to the fundraiser i was sadly told my cousin who was just a baby at the tome had been diagnosed with luekimia. immediately i wanted to help, i began by spreading the word around my school and having my friends buy tshirts titled …show more content…
the night of the light the night i made a poster for brennen as i did my support over seas with my family, we did the 3K walk. my experience of the walk was something to remember. it was freeezing outside but yet many people came to support the cause. i remember it being emotional watching others crack glow sticks for friends and family memners tgey knew that were diagnosed with this vicious disease. after attending this event i knew i wanted to help do another one. i jumped at the next opportunity i had to do another 3k walk/5k run in frankfurt germany for breast cancer. i was then 15 years old and little brennen had miraculously been in remission. my family gathered all the pink we could as we went to the hofbonhof (train station) in wiesbaden germany to travel to frankfurt where the huge fundraiser began. i remembered waching germans and americans gathered as anoher emotional but yet amazing event. my family and i walked the 3k as we were freezing we talked to some survivors. all i could think is how brave and strong my step mom was along with the other
This past summer, I, along with my mother and father, travelled to St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital in Memphis, Tennessee. My mom had been invited to participate in the St. Jude For Life Study because when she was around six to eight years old, she had a form of leukemia called Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia. This particular study is to help all present and future St. Jude patients and help to research for a cure. While there, I saw first-hand how cancer can affect a family. You can just see all of the stress, the worry, the exhaustion, the tiredness, the fear, and the tears on the families’ and the patients’ faces.
On Saturday October 22 I headed with a group of friends to Stanley Park, to join ‘Light The Night Vancouver’. It’s a fundraising event that helps to make a difference in the lives of Canadians affected by blood cancer. This paper will be based on my experience as a target of influence.
Supporting my uncle through his fight with cancer was a life changing experience that opened my eyes to the rapid pace of cancer development and to how devastating it can be to families involved. My role in his time consisted of supporting him closely through his journey until his final hours. Although this was an emotionally draining experience, it taught me resilience and made me more determined to give the best support I can to people in
When I was in 6th grade my Aunt Dana was fighting cancer, and had been for 3 ½ years, I supported her all the way through it. So we held a rally in Thompsonville to support her and show her how much she meant to all of us, and that if she could fight cancer and get up every morning knowing it could be her last than we can get up and fight our battles. She was my light in a very dark tunnel.
A month before this event, the organizer of our local Relay for Life came to our school and told us the importance and impact of the walk. The next day, my two friends and I made a team called the MCST Lightbulbs, a name that represented the effects research had on shedding light upon the disease. Over the next months, we fundraised money at our school, sporting events, and neighborhoods. By the time the money had to be collected, we had raised over eight hundred and fifty dollars. At the event, we volunteered to set up tents, organize the games, and encouraged students to participate.
At that time, I decided that I wanted to do my part and decided to donate breast tissue to help further research in hopes to find a cure for this awful disease. The effects of breast cancer not only change the life of the one infected but changes the lives of their friends and family. This is just my story but I have several friends who have much more and continue to battle directly or indirectly with the disease every
I realized cancer wasn’t a curse, but a lesson for my entire family. Over time with chemotherapy, prayers and an incredibly supportive group of family and friends, my mother's health stabilized and improved. Every member of my family had been impacted in a unique way, but one thing we discovered through this process is that while physical pain cannot be shared, emotional support works miracles. I learned that life is about being thankful for everything we have and overcoming obstacles we face along the way while lending a hand to those in need. With new perspective, I decided to take the opportunity to volunteer at a local food bank. Through my experience there, you can see firsthand the impact we make and intrinsically it’s a rewarding experience.
Three days. Three days Emily sat at home, she knew she was being ridiculous but part of her couldn’t go back just yet. Her thesis had reached the point where she was just editing and editing and well editing some more. The awards were in 2 months meaning she four days left until she had to send it in, pictures and editing and all. Her eyes were burning and she couldn’t read her words anymore. She sent her files to Alex, begging him to edit it for her as well. After doing that she flopped down onto her couch and closed her eyes. Bast made herself comfy on her chest, soft purring was pulling Emily into sleep. She was on the verge of sleeping when her laptop woke her up, it was a skype call, from one Lloyd Holden.
The next morning I woke up pressed against the wall, my hair in disarray around my head and my shirt bunched up on the sides. I lifted myself up and groggily rubbed my eyes before doing the usual.
Thursday March, and I was on my feet. Be that as it may, then I lost my foot. Stating it like this might confound, yet you will get it toward the end.
The water was green and murky, with no telling which area was safe to jump into. The wind was still and cold, surely the water would be ten times colder. I have dreaded it all day, the end of the hike. Nervous I took steps closer to the verge of the cliff. I looked off the edge in disbelief that anyone would willingly jump off. Only a select few would decide to make the jump, and one of them was me.
I was genuinely surprised I didn’t have to wake up earlier. My flight left from Los Angeles at 10am, and I was to arrive in Scotland in the afternoon of the next day due to time zone differences. My Uber driver was asking me tons of questions on the way to the airport, and personally, I like to play a game whenever I’m in an Uber; it’s called “Who Am I?” That day, I was a college student going back to St Andrews University, I had previously researched it when I considered majoring in English, so I had all answers at my disposal. I arrive at the airport and there are practically no lines for TSA, leaving me to wander around the airport for an hour before my flight is called. No matter what time of day, airports have always been surreal to me. It feels like time doesn’t exist, and there is an overwhelming
War. It is what destroyed earth as we knew it. Mostly everyone in the USA was told to go to war against Canada in 2186. Children were left as orphans. I was one of those children. I never knew my parents. Never will know who they were.
One of my my family stories is that one time we went to las Vegas so the day before we packed our bags and we were going to drive there but before I had to help my little brother pack his bags because he did not know what to pack and then in one in the morning we all woke up and got ready to drive there and the reason we left early is because it was a twelve hour drive and when we got there we were tired from just sitting and just doing nothing for the twelve hours and they wanted to go play and they couldn't go without me and I was tired but I had to go because they told on me.
Cancer, one of the most well-known diseases of today’s world, has never ceased to interest me. To this day, modern technology has brought an amazing amount of cures and vaccines to fight off a multitude of diseases! Yet for some reason, no one has found a veritable solution to cancer, despite countless years of intensive research. As this happens, many around the globe diagnosed with cancer struggle every second of their lives to conquer it. One such person was my grandma, who was diagnosed with a terminal cancer (leukemia) around five years ago. We were close and intimate with each other, so this was mentally distressing for me. At that time, she did not have much money and thus could not afford her cancer treatments. No one was able to contribute because the treatments were extortionate at that time. Unfortunately, she was not able to win her battle. Another person I knew who was affected by cancer was a boy who went to my school: Ryan Kerr. He always had a glowing personality and displayed nothing but pure generosity. He bravely fought against his cancer- Osteosarcoma- and refused to stop until he could not continue further. To help other kids facing the dreadful and dragging surgeries he once had to go through, Ryan Kerr and his family started a volunteer organization- called Ryan’s Case for Smiles- to add some liveliness to the hospital rooms by making colorful homemade pillowcases and help kids diagnosed with cancer in whatever way possible. I myself have contributed a