Grandma’s Diagnosis “Molly, we have something to tell you,” my parents said, walking into the living room with saddened looks on their faces. I paused the movie and awaited their news. “Your grandma has been diagnosed with cancer.” I definitely was not expecting that to be the news, so it hit me like a brick wall; I was troubled and overwhelmed by the news to such an extent that I was speechless. She has been an important figure in my life for as long as I can remember and has always been there to listen and give me advice whenever I need it. Her insight into the important things in life has helped me and will continue to as I pursue my dreams for years to come.
She was diagnosed this past spring. I have been lucky enough not to have any major health diagnoses in my family before this, so the news was hard to take. I was
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“Hello,” she said.
“Hi grandma! How are you feeling?”
“Honestly? I feel great! I expected to be quite sore, but I feel better than I ever have from any of my other surgeries!”
“That's wonderful,” I said, admiring how positive she was being about a situation that has turned into life or death for so many people.
“The doctor said the cancer is in its early stages so a mastectomy will not be needed, so that's good! I have an appointment scheduled in a few weeks to remove the mass.”
“I'm glad they caught it so early! It sounds like the surgery should go pretty smoothly.”
We talked for a little while longer, then we said our goodbyes. I was still amazed by how well she was handling the news and all the scary surgeries and treatments that came with her diagnosis. I was rather upset that we were not going to be able to visit after her next surgery, but I knew she would have plenty of people there to help and support her. My family and I moved about four hours away when I was in sixth grade, and it was tough to adjust to not seeing her near as often because I had spent so much time with her when I was
“I’m fine!” they rushed out, forcing their eyes to meet with his. It almost stung. “I really am fine.”
“There, we can see your beautiful face again,” she says, depositing the washcloth into the murky water, and extracts the bandages and tape from the medical kit. “It's not bleeding, but knowing you, you'll figure a way to open it up again.” She grins.
“What happened?” the doctor asked. In response, she motioned her hand back and forth. Nodding, the doctor gently examined the wound, careful to not induce additional pain.
"It's okay, will put you on antibiotics, until your wounds fully heal, okay?" My aunt asks him.
“We can’t tell at this point, but she will have to be coming to the hospital for awhile now.” the doctor says
smiles at him. “I’m proud of you. You know what your doctor said last week?” she asks him. He
“I was doing some research and they have one of the best doctor. You know for surgery and procedures. We don't know if she's going to need surgery yet, and the doctor down here can't really tell me much”
Well Michelle had her PET scan and a CT scan last Thursday. We thought we had to wait until Tuesday for the results but to our relief the doctor called Friday night to tell us the good news. The tumors had shrunk and Michelle is officially in remission. Well, I went crazy happy but Michelle wanted to wait until we saw the doctor on Tuesday, just to make sure what we heard was right. Well we went to the doctor yesterday and she confirmed that everything is good. The chemo worked and after nine months of craziness it was all worth it at the end. If I go back to my old blogs and see what she went through between the stent not working, the hospital stay, the allergic reaction to the chemo and on
Julia’s scan was fairly reassuring. We are very happy that she will be entering a treatment program tomorrow
“Ma’am, are you okay?” she looked at the ruined IV and then at me, smiling
I cannot describe what I felt when my mom told me she had cancer. I was sad, I was scared; I did not even know if I felt anything. My mom, however, stayed positive and hopeful while I stayed quiet and seemingly apathetic. There was an obvious ironic contrast between the emotional state of me and the woman who actually had cancer.
Hoping to personally speak with her Primary Care Doctor on Monday to go over more specifics. Likely she will be hospitalized until Tuesday. She is a strong woman and know she will pull through this and probably laugh about it later. I can't put into words how much Love I have for her. At the age of 14, when my Dad passed, it has been, "Me and Mom" (that's how I put it regardless of the grammatical error). Since the day I began to talk rarely a day gone by without hearing my Mom's voice. Sometimes I would just call to say Good Night and Love you. My Mom has the most loving heart of anyone I will ever know. Thank you to those who have listened, offered assistance, sent well-wishes, etc. You have no idea how much Mom appreciates it! My Sister who has been at the hospital since Mom arrived by Ambulance, except for short times to go home and rest, you are the best and I love it that you took notes from the Doctors when I was not there. Thank you to my Nephew, Jimmy, who came by to fix the riding mower Saturday morning! I think we can all agree we are tired, Mom included, but it's amazing what Love can do and push you through tough times. xoxo I'll share updates as I get
Wrapping paper covered the floor in an opalescent blanket, and the scents of nutmeg and pine mingled in the air. It was Christmas, and my family had converged at my grandparents’ house. After dinner, I sat at the table talking to my grandmother, “I love Christmas. Next year will be even better.” Her eyes flashed with fear, but the twinkle of kindness quickly returned, and she said, “Next year will be even better.” The next day, my mother walked into my room. “Hey buddy,” she said, “I have to tell you something. Grandma’s breast cancer came back.” I was stunned and upset, but my mother explained that my grandmother had not told anyone until that morning. She wanted Christmas to be special, and she kept this news to herself, knowing that it would
“Don’t worry about them, They are just fine and are waiting for you to make a full recovery all on your own.” He says with a slight chuckle.
A few weeks later, all of my family came to Virginia for her funeral. My uncles, Aunts, cousins, second cousins, grandparents, Great aunts, Great Uncles, I mean EVERYONE. There were even some people I hadn’t met before. I’m