Personal Narrative Essay: Grandma's Breast Cancer At Home

At the age of eleven, I thought the world was full of candy and rainbows. But then, a big event happened in my life. It is a moment that will never be forgotten. As the event is full of burden in a despondent way, I realized but bad things will and can come your way, but you have to remain positive.

If I had the opportunity to interview anybody in my family it’d be my grandma because she grew up very poor and had to work for everything she ever received. She now is a millionaire and has traveled all over the globe. Grandma has always been a brilliant lady, and has had a full life.

March 15th, 2010, was a completely normal day. As normal as any day is for a twelve year old homeschooler. I was home with my oldest sister Brittany who was twenty at the time and I was just finishing up my homework for the day. After finishing up my math work I went to go watch television in the living room. Brittany was in her room and my parents didn't get home until later because of work. A few hours into my movie, my stomach started to hurt. Since I was twelve I didn't no the differences of pain so I just left it alone for a while. Later in the day my abdomen was aching so much I couldn't even get off the couch. After wailing for Brittany to call Mom I was sent to the emergency room in an ambulance with severe abdomen pain. After several hours in the ER and multiple tests, doctors found nothing. I was sent home and was told to take Tylenol for the pain. Once I got home, it didn't hurt anymore so I thought they were right and that I could just go on with my crazy life as a twelve year old. I was wrong. Two months after, I got the same

A few years ago, our dog Tasha was diagnosed with cancer around the age of two. She was taken to the vet to treat what was thought to be a torn ACL but I returned home to find out she had a cancer called osteosarcoma. We did everything to make sure she would be okay. She was often taken to the CSU Animal Cancer Center for chemotherapy treatment and eventually to amputate her leg. After the surgery, we hoped that we had stopped the growth of the cancer. Unfortunately, this was not the case and we eventually had to put Tasha down before she could experience anymore pain. This was all before she was even three years old. This loss was hard for our house. It was quiet and there was a lack of that chaos we had learned to love. We struggled with

The summer of 2015 brought many memorable events for me including celebrating my sweet sixteenth birthday and passing my drivers test. However, my mother’s diagnosis of breast cancer and her journey fighting that awful disease was the event that most marked my transition from childhood to adulthood. I have a very close knit family and before my mother’s diagnosis, everyone had been very healthy. I guess I took a lot for granted including my family’s health, and I didn’t realize or consider what really was important in life. Prior to my mother’s illness I was a typical self centered teenager, not really concerned with anyone else but myself. I had always seen my mother, a full-time nurse, as a strong person who took good care of herself and her family. When I first learned that my healthy 48 year old mom had breast cancer, I was so scared. The thought of losing my mom made me feel very vulnerable. However, I soon found an inner strength and courage that I never knew I was capable of possessing.

Ever since I was a little girl I pictured my future growing up with my grandma at my side. I imagined she’d be crying tears of joy at my wedding, or even sitting in the stands at my first high school soccer game. All that changed though when my grandma developed ovarian cancer.

Well before I was born my grandma died. I think she was in her early fifties at the time. It happened while my dad was in college. My grandma had been diagnosed with breast cancer years earlier, and her condition had worsened. When my dad heard, he rushed from University of Illinois to St. Louis. He told me it was the one time he has driven over 100 mph. He got there on time, but days later she died. My grandma was a potter. My dad said she had a spinner in the basement, and loved to make bowls. There are several around my house. One bowl is in my room. It is blue and white with fish on the bowl. My dad says she got the design while they were traveling in Scandinavia. Now, the bowl is on my desk. I look at the bowl all the time. If I could

So many questions came to my mind...is my grandma cancer free for real this time? Will she go through another surgery? Is Gram going to die? Why did God choose Grandma? My grandma is one of the strongest people I have ever met and ever will meet. Christmas of 2015 I thought would be her last and that I should take it all in for maybe the last Christmas Eve together. 2016 comes around the corner and Grandma Botbyl is sitting on the couch surrounded by her loving family on another Christmas Eve thankful for God’s presence. I am glad to say that Grandma Botbyl is now cancer free and God really did bring me alone with my family through one bumpy

It is incredibly difficult for a nine year old to fully understand the severity of stage four inflammatory breast cancer, but it’s nearly impossible when a doctor tells you that your mother only has six weeks to live. However, I can still remember the exact moment when I realized my mother was sick: I walked into the hospital room to find her tied up to machines and in excruciating pain. I froze. I wanted to help her, but how could I? The next few years were difficult. Between numerous surgeries and treatments, I spent my days in the hospital—doing my schoolwork and watching people run through the halls. It was there that I realized the incredible impact nurses have on their patients. To this day, my mother believes that without the help of

When you think of the 'average' teenager, you probably think parties, slackers, and lots of sleep.

2) My second object is grandmother's medicine. My grandmother is a good doctor of traditional Chinese medicine. The most of time, my grandmother made medicine by herself. In my city, a lot of people ask grandmother for help made medicine because my grandmother's medicine is very useful for stomachache. So my grandmother help them, lots of people was very appreciated, and they always help my grandmother when grandmother have some problem. By this thing I learned if I am a well-disposed and kind person, help others, and I'll be helped.

On my grandma’s birthday one of my family member were arrested. My family was throwing a party for my grandma. We were eating and playing games. While we're eating and playing games the phone rang. My grandpa picked up the phone and it was the court house. My uncle was on the other side of the line he was explain the he was in jail for theft. My grandpa told my grandma the story. My grandma had her heart broken one of her kids went to jail. She had a goal that none of her kids would not go to jail. She felt horrible she didn’t accomplish her goal. My grandparents hurried to the police station. The Judge told my uncle he will be in jail for 2 months. My grandparents were crying they didn't want to see any of their kids go to jail.

It was a Monday night; I remember it like it was yesterday. I had just completed my review of Office Administration in preparation for my final exams. As part of my leisure time, I decided to watch my favorite reality television show, “I love New York,” when the telephone rang. I immediately felt my stomach dropped. The feeling was similar to watching a horror movie reaching its climax. The intensity was swirling in my stomach as if it were the home for the butterflies. My hands began to sweat and I got very nervous. I could not figure out for the life of me why these feelings came around. I lay there on the couch, confused and still, while the rings continued. My dearest mother decided to answer this eerie phone call. As she

I will tell you a tale of a woman of great success. This is a woman that has inspired me to be something great one day and to never give up trying. Though she may be growing into her elderly years she has lived a very challenging, joyful, loving and successful life. She is a woman of great faith and character, she is my grandmother.

Have you parents ever made you do something that you don't want to. While that happened to me once. My parents were making me go up north Michigan to go to the barielle of my Great Grandma. I was going to miss the first practice for theater and gymnastics. To be honest I didn't exactly want to go but my parents made me anyway.