Personal Narrative Essay: Breast Cancer

Before I can go on to celebrate my mother and what she stood for, I must share with you the reality of what life was like for her and our family. Of course no one suffered more than my mother, and we all shared her pain. There were many times as a family that we would be in denial of her illness. We would disagree with the doctor’s findings. And sometimes we didn’t agree with the course of action the doctor’s would take. But my mom would always assure us that they were doing all that they could do for her, given her complicated case. She always tried to keep a positive attitude.

Everyone knows the disastrous effects cancer has on a person and their loved ones. Knowing that my mom was misdiagnosed, there could've been a moment when she may have still been here on Earth. During 2005, my mom noticed that something was wrong with her. This realization lead her to go seek a doctor at Lincoln hospital. During her examination, the doctors didn't noticed anything was wrong. After three years she went back again, and Dr. Max Ann examined my mother a second time,but this time he discovered that she had cancer. This

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 agree it was smart to take action against her breast cancer quickly before it took her away just as her mother had. I'm glad she wrote about her fight against it and wants to encourage other women to seek help and make their own decision of what they want to do. After reading "Hopeful Glimmers in Long War on Cancer" there's still hope for people with cancer and by now there might be more information about it so there's more choices to make for

As the doctors and nurses were getting her for the big surgery the next day, my sister came back with nothing wrong with her own blood cells. it was a miracle. She was walking, singing and we were like, “Erica, are u feeling okay?” She said, “Yeah, I'm in no pain; I feel just fine!” Her doctor checked her blood cells and her vital signs. Everything was great. Her doctors from Dells Children said it was a miracle to see her back on her feet. Even though she was off her chemo, she still has to keep checking in every year to make sure she is doing

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.

When I returned back my family was about to open presents. Ann was running down the stairs in her onesie and Mom and Dad gathered around the tree. They shared laughs, happiness, and love. For a family that just lost somebody they loved very much I say they were doing such a good job of healing their wounds. From the moment I was in the hospital I knew they were strong enough to get through this, they have each other and me. Ann opened her presents and saw the same red shirt I got for

She listened and scheduled a routine mammogram. During the Friday appointment, the technician took an extra picture of her right breast, but didn’t indicate there could be a problem. But Sue “just knew it was breast cancer.” In church that Sunday, a song about needing strength was played. “It hit me,” she said. “The song was talking to me. I started to cry.”

In September of my junior year of high school, my mom told me for the third time that she had cancer. She had spent the entire summer coughing. It was a bad summer cold or maybe a stubborn case of bronchitis. No one could seem to figure out what was causing the cough. A late summer bronchoscopy finally solved the case. It was cancer. Calmly, she reassured me on that September day, “It’s an early stage cancer. They say it’s very treatable. We’ve been down this road before.” The next nine months was a road that no one in my family had traveled. Frequent doctor visits, chemotherapy treatments, and hospitalizations became our new normal. We painstakingly watched as each round of chemo treatments devastated and weakened her. Through everything, my mom was resilient, tough, and determined to live.

Seeing my grandfather fighting his last stint with stage three Leukemia cancer opened my eyes to how precious life is and taught me to appreciate every aspect of it, even the insignificant

Two years ago, my mother was diagnosed with stage four brain cancer. During this time there were countless visits to the hospital. Typically, a visit would consist of shed tears and painful discussions about the next steps, but not this one. Before I set foot into my mother's room I heard the laughter of my oldest sister, Jojo, and chuckles

During those six months she went through twelve treatments. I saw my young, energetic, happy mother lose weight and be fatigued. Thankfully, after a year of battling she came out on top and beat cancer. Now, nine years later she is cancer free and healthier than

When mom finally died that night, going home seemed emptier knowing that she was never coming home again. Yet, another way that I look at it is she is truly home and pain free. Cancer has affected my family since mom’s passing by losing more family members within a few months of her leaving us. Now, I take every checkup seriously

My dad got diagnosed with prostate cancer in early 2014. It was a hard year for my family, and I still remember it like it was yesterday. Not even in my worst dreams did I ever see my dad having cancer. The man that I looked up to, and loved to pieces had cancer. I was devastated, I remember crying and being afraid that I was going to lose him to an incurable disease that lurked the lives of many.

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.