Personal Narrative: Family And Leukemia Type A.

Here in Hawaii it is pretty hard to live on your own. It is a very expensive place to live because we revolve around tourism which makes it such an expensive place. I come from a family that is not wealthy and tries to make it every day. I perhaps

Have you ever felt so broken and lost that you believed you simply couldn’t keep going on in life, as if the barriers of your life caved in and suffocated the very existence in which you lived? This pain was all that I knew in the months following my grandfather’s loss to cancer in July of 2008. Fighting until his dying breath, it was a moment in my life that rocked and shattered my heart like fragile glass. His death required me to adapt to and appreciate life and showed me that no obstacle is to big overcome if you maintain hope and a positive outlook.

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.

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

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

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.

This leads to where I started back at my house when my dad told my sister and I that my grandfather was diagnosed with Leukemia. That was one of the hardest things for me to hear considering that my grandfather was a big part of my life. My dad said that he was going to be in hospice care without chemotherapy because he said: “That he had lived his life.” Two weeks after being put into hospice care my grandfather passed away with all of his family by his side.

During that situation, I was terrified because I felt an overwhelming feeling of helplessness. At the time, my uncle had recently passed away from the same medical condition as my mother. That is why I continually thought how would my life be like without her. But when my mother and I arrived at the hospital, it felt as if the weight of the world was lifted from my shoulders. This is because throughout the situation, I noticed how the doctors and the staff focused on doing what was needed to help my mother. They

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.

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

They had now found out that she has cancer again since one tiny cell didn’t get killed. This cancer cell has been growing through all the years and it has become worse, it was now a stage 4 cancer, the highest stage, and has now moved into her bones. She still stands strong today and she says that she made it through all the pain and feeling hopeless through God. A miracle have happened so far from 2013 to 2015 she has gotten better and is out of the hospital. She is back to her normal daily routine and enjoying life as much as she can. “I don’t plan on leaving soon, I just need to get ready for when god calls me home “. She will never give up this life and stop fighting even though every single thing, when it turns

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.

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

The most significant challenge I’ve faced is losing my dad to leukemia in 2012. Many complications followed, such as losing legal guardianship from my mom, which required my four sisters and I to take care of ourselves. My dad was an anchor for the family and tried to provide the best he could. Although his passing tore my family apart, my academics never ceased. I recognized myself as a disciplined individual who never gave up because I know my dad would not expect that. He made sure our homework was done, the house was clean, and our grades were maintained in order to go out. He raised my sisters and me to never settle for less and to push above our expectations. My dad always reminded us that we could accomplish anything we wanted with determination.

Losing My Mother 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.