Personal Narrative Essay

As I entered our home, J.P. was on the phone with his family. His tearfully conversation told me he had terminal cancer. Under this circumstance J.P. was uncertain of the type of cancer diagnosed. Attending a follow up appointment we were informed he had staged 4 terminal Non-Hodgkin’s Lymphoma cancer. I cried with him for a short time. Knowing that our son Jason would be home soon from high school. We pulled ourselves together to give Jason the diagnosis. Our faith journey towards healing began that evening.

“Try to stay positive,” I told myself only half believing I meant it. “This could just be a scare, you don't know if the cancer is actually back,” I whispered quietly trying not to let the doctor hear me. I could see Tommy lighting up when they told him he was cancer free. Thrilled to go out and play with his friends. I could see him getting the winning point during the basketball game, and placing the corsage on his beautiful date as they entered prom together. He would have a normal life again.

About a year after being diagnosed, his doctor told him that he was cancer free. He was so happy; his face was all smiles. I had never seen him so happy in his entire life. It was such a beautiful sight seeing my old mans face that lit up, he told everyone that he was cancer free. I was so proud of my father for being that strong, cancer couldn't even bring him down.

Following her diagnosis, we went to the cancer center biweekly. My mother’s continued stoicism in the face of adversity moved me, as did the resolve of the other children who faced pain and uncertainty each day. Their wills inspired me; they adapted to live life to the fullest in spite of their illnesses. I felt my sister would be okay surrounded by others pushing forward. She endured five rough rounds of chemotherapy. The doctors said she had a three percent chance of living, but faith that she’d be healed kept us

In 2010, doctors diagnosed my father with a rare form of cancer with dismal survival rates and gave him nineteen months to live. As a father of three, he wanted to be the best father he could to my siblings and I for as long as possible.

I was in 8th grade, but I walked out that high school gym with my shoulders back and head high like I was the big man on campus. My confidence went through the roof. In one day I had gone from extreme anger with my parents. Then I experienced terror as my parents drove me to the high school. Surprisingly this turned around to confidence and pure excitement for the years to come.

I was in second grade and excited to begin the new school year. When I tried to greet two new students, both large boys, they stared at me and burst into sarcastic, menacing laughter, taunting me with the derogatory term “chocolate boy.” As the days went by, other students took up this taunting and then it moved to physical intimidation. I had a clear sense that danger was imminent, and I began to feel a terrible sense of vulnerability. It was at this point that I decided, after my parents’ suggestion, to learn some method of self-defense.

Peru is a beautiful place to visit. Several years ago, my dad was deported back to Peru, his home country. A few years ago my sister and I wanted to go and visit him in Peru. Well, on the day we had left to the airport around five in the morning, we never thought that we would be able to see him. When my sister and I got to the airport, we checked in and cleared all the security. Soon after, we said our goodbyes to our parents and we boarded the plane. The excitement was uncontainable, as if we were little kids going to a theme park. We never thought we would actually be able to go and see him in another country. A few minutes later, we were on the runway awaiting the clearance for takeoff. The thrust from the plane’s jets were incredible, like driving for the first time.¬¬

Fortunately, I have never suffered from an illness resulting in severe medical treatment. Unfortunately, my grandfather has, thus I will be writing about my experience regarding his cancer journey. As I was sunbathing along the Dominican beaches I had gotten a phone call from my mother. As I saw her name ringing on my phone I immediately began to worry since we only communicated through wifi and called solely for emergencies. She expressed that my grandfather was diagnosed with stage four cancer and only had a couple of weeks left to live.

Andrews 1James Andrews, Formal Essay 1Mr. WrightEH 130118 May 2018I Will Go I was married to my first wife on September 11,1999. Two years later we were excited to be spending our anniversary weekend in New York City. We arrived on Thursdaymorning,and spent the entire weekend doing every touristy thing we could find. Monday night came and it was time to fly home. Our flight was delayed and nearly canceled. We finally got off the ground around 3 A.M. andwere back to work a few hours later. I was listening to the radio when I heard about a fire at the World Trade Center. It caught my attention,because I had taken several pictures of us at the towers just the day before. We all know what unfolded as the morning progressed. The news immediately

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.

In my father’s view, the foundation of good selling consisted of three building blocks: knowing that you are the product your customers really need to buy, creating relationships with your customers and letting the sales process flow from that bond, and finding the unique qualities within yourself that you can offer to help your customers. So far, his assignments had effectively opened my eyes to the first two building blocks; now it was time for me to learn about the third.

When I was about 13 years old my parents told me, my grandpa had stage four colon cancer and was going to need treatment as soon as possible. He received radiation, chemo through an IV, and chemo pills to help remove the cancer. He drudged through the tough times so he could reach the quality ones. Sometimes when we go visit, he is sick from the treatment but he pushes through it so we don’t worry about him and so he can spend time with us while we were there. He eventually got his colon removed and the cancer was gone. Although the following year he was once again diagnosed with cancer in his liver twice and would have to remove the cancerous portion of it. We all knew it was getting tough for him to fight off the cancer but he continued to fight for his family and for my grandma. He discarded that cancer and was well for another couple years, until recently he was diagnosed with stage four lung cancer. When my family and I were told the news, it was very upsetting and emotional for all of us because he has been fighting it for so long and it just keeps spreading

My Daddy was a perfectly healthy man who only recently noticed a small lump on his cheek. How did that one little lump become a cancerous lymph node and change our lives? It was something that I would question constantly. But through all of the heartbreak and anger, I continued to pray for peace, healing, and understanding.

Once and awhile he smiled, but that wasn 't very much. He started eating a little better when they were doing the chemo. That made him lose his hair even more than not taking chemo. He lost his strength taking chemo once a week. The hospital said that for him to take more test he would have to go up to Indianapolis. So every week he went up to the hospital in Indy. The doctor decided that they would do surgery on him to get the tumors out or shrink them. The shrinking of the tumors worked for a little but then they grew back even bigger. Then that 's when everything went downhill from there. He stopped eating and started losing a bunch of weight. He didn 't even want to get out of the bed. My grandma would bring food into the room for him and he wouldn’t ever eat it. Seeing my grandpa like this was hard. All I wanted to do was cry because I couldn’t stay the night till he got better. It didn 't seem that he was getting better soon. Every Night I prayed for him, hoping that God would heal him. The tumors just keep getting bigger. Finally my dad stepped in and yelled at my grandpa and said “you need to eat Dad,so you can get better.” That didn 't work so they had to move him to the hospital. Soon enough when they put him in the hospital, he got a lot worse. So I had to realize that he wasn 't going to make it much longer. I didn 't want to think that or even it comes true, but the way my grandpa looked I knew. My brother