Personal Narrative: Family And Leukemia Type A.

We went to ER and got to see a baby get drawn from his arm the parents were upset because it was the second time they had to draw his blood. The dad stepped out and the mom stayed and helped hold the baby down. There was a patient with shingles that I only got to see from outside but the phlebotomist showed

My maternal aunt gathered us together and we all sat on the couch. She turned to my mother and told us she had cancer. I looked at my aunt and I did not know what to say or how to respond. Three months later, my father received a phone call from his sister telling him that my pregnant cousin, Elizabeth, was diagnosed with leukemia and had to give birth to her premature baby. She and I grew up in the same house in Arizona and what hurt me the most was not being able to be with her during this difficult time. When we went to visit her in Arizona, my dad told us before entering the hospital room that he did not want us to cry in front of her. I was scared to enter. I did not know what to say to her but I knew I had to be strong. We stayed there for the holiday season but we never celebrated the holidays, that was too

C. After surgery, radiation, and chemotherapy, a bone marrow transplant saved her life. Now she is 4 and is taking ballet lessons, running and playing with other kid and her parents felt it was all thanks to St. Jude’s and our donations, that their daughter won the battle.

Started off with me having to move back to Indiana. First, my mom was nowhere to be found, so I wasn’t able to say good bye and that I loved her. I really wanted to be able to hug her one last time. She did the same thing when I was a kid. It made me feel unwanted all over again, so I got on the bus with nothing but 3 bags and no money.

However, she knew that she wouldn’t be in my life for too long because of her condition, which was Lupus. She left my life when I was 7 years old, but I think that loss has helped shape me into the person I am today. Getting to the environment I was in, I lived in a fairly nice house with a medium-sized backyard and a pool, but we were by no means rich. As I have stated before, education was a big thing in my family, and my dad was always living proof that with education, you can get where you want to in life. My neighborhood was nothing very interesting in particular, one thing that was fun was that most houses near us went all-out for Christmas, Decorating their houses with lights, sound systems, decorations, and just making the neighborhood look really jolly for the

On our way to pick him up I remember him having been sick to his stomach and throwing up. After the game, he was still feeling sick and it was getting worse so he did not show up to Thanksgiving dinner. Two days later my dad ended up taking him to the doctor to find out what the problem was. I could tell that it was worse than what I originally thought because he had to keep going to the doctor for more and more tests.

Leukemia is “a malignant progressive disease in which the bone marrow and other blood-forming organs produce increased numbers of immature or abnormal leukocytes. These suppress the production of normal blood cells, leading to anemia and other symptoms.”An estimated combined total of 162,020 people in the U.S. are expected to be diagnosed with leukemia, 60,192 people die, 14% live in remission and my father is just another statistic. When I was nine years old, my father was diagnosed with Leukemia, an illness that at the time I did not understand. This left my mother raising two kids and working two jobs to make ends meet. Throughout this time of never ending hospital visits, I experienced the kindness and care provided to us by my father’s doctors - something that until this day I will never forget.

Well to get started it was the blistering cold winter of 1861. I was an only child well I guess after 10 long years I was. My little brother Todd died when he was 7. Todd suffocated and fell down a chimney when he was cleaning it. My dad died when I was 4. He was working down in a coal mine and CRASH, the mine collapsed. If you think that's bad it gets worse. It was my mom and I left in a small house that could barely even fit us in it. My mother never told me how she felt she only cared about me, she worked 22 hours and barely made enough money to feed us. But I can tell you that all the money she got she spent on me so I had enough food and drink, to live.One day she came home crying, I knew something was up and there was. My mother had diphtheria, I tried to help I really did but there was no use. Her last words were,”Timmy make me proud and have…”She never finished.

My Mom wanted to be there but she had no choice. She at the time left a three year old and I at the time was ten years old so I had to step up and take care him. My Dad would always be at work at times my older Sister would also help but ever since then I just felt like a Mom. Growing up it was just me and my little Brother. I missed out a lot as a kid because I had a big responsibility in my hands. When I got out of Elementary I was barely going to school. My grades were bad, my attendance even worse, and it was all because I didn’t care anymore. Being in school, I was always either late, skipping

When I was 6 years old, I started having medical problems and went to many doctors but none of them knew my diagnosis. As I started getting worse, I was referred to go to the Children's Hospital in Madison. Right when we got there, the doctor immediately put me in a hospital

When my dad came home that evening he sat me down and asked me if I knew what cancer was. I had an idea so I just nodded my head, he went on to tried to explain to me how bad the cancer was that my mom had been diagnosed with. Seeing my dad so afraid scared me. The fear I felt then led me to realize that I needed to try and hide it because it would only hurt my dad more to see his children so upset. I did my best to help, I tucked my little sisters into bed while my mom was away at the hospital, read them stories and did the best I could at preparing snacks to comfort them. After my mom arrived home and she recovered from the surgery she started chemotherapy. The miserable treatment that attacks the cancer also makes her very ill. Every other week she was sick. Before every bad week I wanted to cry, but that wouldn’t help anyone. Lane and Kenna already were crying, if I cried it could only hurt my parents

When my aunt Missy was pregnant and getting close to her due date, the doctors noticed something wrong with the baby. When he was born there was a huge bump on his head. It was because he had a crack in his skull and blood from it made a giant blood bubble on his head. We prayed and prayed for it to get better. The doctors didn't know if he was going to live. But soon the bump started going down. Eventually it all healed up. Now he's 5 years old

You never know how essential a person is to you until they are no longer in your life. 7.6 million pure lives are lost every year due to this distressing disease. The volleyball team of Ontario High School was fortunate enough to promote awareness for various types of cancers. Our creative way to get the school and community involved is hosting a volley for a cure match and auctioning prizes off and having a bake sale. This hits home with me because my papa battled this life threatening disease for over thirty years. Thousands of dollars are raised in creative ways and donated in optimism to finding a cure to kick cancer's butt.

When I was 6 years old I was diagnosed with Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia. I was taking chemotherapy ever since but the doctors told my mom that there was a risk for me not to walk again or the cancer to go away well I’m a cancer survivor now. Although I can’t walk I have been in a wheelchair ever since my legs are very

I can still remember vividly the day my mother passed away. My mother passed away at a critical point in my life when I was seventeen years old from a short term illness. She was sick for a week and I remember thinking this could be serious, however, my mother declined to go to the hospital because of the distance and financial hardship. I had loss my father when I was three years old, so my mother was a single mother. I have step sisters and brother, but I was not particularly close to them. Losing my mother was a defining moment in my life for it changed my life irrevocably. I was devastated, but I had to become strong, proactive and it spurred me to choose a new career path.