Personal Narrative: Feed Away With Cancer

You never realize how evil cancer truly is until it affects you or your family. I was four when cancer first affected me, stage four leukemia. My two year old cousin Conor was on the verge of death, and I had absolutely no clue. For the first nine months of his fight all I knew that he was sick, I assumed he had a cold, not fighting for his life. When I was five my mom sat me down to tell me that Conor was not going to make it, and that my brother and I were going with her to Albany to visit him. His bones were sticking out, his head looked like a bowling ball, and his skin was a pale blue. He looked like a child in a concentration camp during World War II. Honestly if you were to think of what a dead child looked like, that was him. That was the first time I realized that my mom was right, and that Conor was not going to make it.

When I found out my aunt had breast cancer I was devastated because I thought of all of the things we used to do before she died. I remember when I was younger she would take care of me and my brother since my parents would be working or my mom would be at school. When me and my brother was younger she would drag my brother in the wagon and carry me in the wagon since I was smaller then my brother we would go up town and run erands with her we would go to the Piggly Wiggly so she can get groceries, To the drug store so she could get her medicine and the people that worked their would give us some candy everytime we went and we would go to Bonnies when it was open and get a cheese burger. When she would cook she would let me and my brother

During the 2007 I got great news, I was accepted at UNC-Charlotte. Meanwhile, I had no idea 2007 my world would be turned upside down with bad news. My mother’s broth and sister were both diagnosis with Cancer. What’s most painful both siblings pasted away six months apart? Meanwhile, more bad news came my way when I mother was diagnosis with Cancer and Renal failure. I talked to my mother’s medical team, they voice they never seen where three siblings having cancer all at once in the same year, just months apart. Consequently, my mother survived her cancer just after two chemo treatments. I came home every weekend to help with her care. One promise to my mother I made was not to drop out of school, it was important to her that I finished

There is no mincing of words, nor is there a phrase with gentle connotations to adequately articulate the emotional, psychological or physical place that cancer forces upon you. Quite frankly, battling cancer sucks. The individual engaged in the battle and their support system can choose to crumble or rally. To crumble is to become angry and resentful. To rally is to rise up and use your experiences to help others. I was fortunate that my support group didn’t give me an option to crumble. I was raised in a family, in a church community that focuses on service. So, at 14 battling cancer, I was told that the only way out was through and to get through the turmoil of cancer, I was expected to find a “cancer” mentor and find a way to give back.

There is nothing anyone could have done. My sister didn’t mean to get cancer, and she couldn’t have stopped it from growing. I just wish things had happened differently and that my entire family wouldn’t be turned away from me now.

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.

I went in to go get a physical check up as I have been a mud obstacle course that raises funds for those with breast cancer. They have them every year. Two years ago, when I went in tor my physical a hard lump was found in my left breast. My primary care doctor sent me to get a mammogram. All I could think about how those in the past said it will hurt as your breast is being squeeze to death between two plastic plates. I had to answer a long questionnaire about my life. The breast care center wanted to know if I led some wild lifestyle involving alcohol or drugs plus more.

After a while of sitting in my grandparents living room mindlessly playing with my toys I decided to get up. I walked towards the commotion going on in the small hallway connecting the living room to the kitchen. The gathering of people consisted of my mom, dad, grandpa, and grandma. Curious about what was going on I walked over to the group. I reached my mom and looked up to see that her eyes were bloodshot, as if she had been crying. I looked over to my dad and his face, like everyone else's, was grim. During this time I kept hearing one repeating word, cancer. I started to listen more closely to the conversation going on around me because even at the age of seven I knew that cancer was bad news. I listened intently and heard my mom explain how she had colon cancer.

It had been two and a half years since my initial diagnosis of stage 3 Breast Cancer. For the first few months after my diagnosis, I possessed some optimism despite the odds not being in my favour. I would often be a victim of pitiful looks and glances that conveyed, “I am so sorry for you.”, “Your days are numbered, sweetheart.” and “You are fighting a lost battle.” “Fighting a lost battle?” I would mutter in my mind. Ah nevah loss in meh life and ah sure ah not going tuh start now. Ah doh wah people remember meh as the woman who had breast cancer instead ah want to be remembered fuh all meh achievements and the good things ah do in meh life. Ah doh wah meh neighbours to say, “Yuh remember Elizabeth Jacob, she was one pretty woman, but now,

Being diagnosed with cancer I knew I only had one option and that was to take it to the Lord and when I did, wow! He not only healed me He delivered me too of addictions! I repented of my sins to Jesus with my whole heart and He healed me! Not instantly it was a process for months, everything except drinking and smoking that He did

The words shot out of her mouth while she cried. “I have breast cancer,” my mother announced while in the arms of my father. As evolutionary principles describe, we fear the unknown, and to my family, this diagnosis presented an unknown. Remembering that my best friend’s mother passed away from this disease, I felt my world turn upside down. My mom was in shock, my dad was scared. A couple of days later, the physician contacted her. To our surprise, he was not discussing treatment options. Instead, he apologized profusely, and told my mom that she had been misdiagnosed. Her results indicated a false positive. Until then, my perception of medicine had been strictly scientific, but my mother’s psychological state in that moment rattled my

When I was about 5 or 6 years-old, I lost one of my grandmothers to Lung Cancer. She was my best friend; we were always together no matter what. I remembered when she passed away. Everyone cried but me. They said that she was my angel and would always be with me. I believed them, but I also knew that it would finally grow on me, and I would have to realize that she was buried and never coming back.

This experience changed me, this might change you. The experience I had was sad, and this was when I had heard that my sister Riley had got Cancer for the third or forth time. I was ten at the time and also I didn’t know much about Cancer until my mom told me how bad it was and what it could do.

In October of my sophomore year, my mother sat me down on our couch and told me she had breast cancer. My mother has a habit of spinning terrible news to sound like casual conversation. She said that we would go into this optimistic, hoping for something small or easily handled. Unfortunately, she was diagnosed with stage three malignant phyllodes tumors in her right breast. Hearing this, I was devastated. My mother had recently been recovering from a car accident in which she was a pedestrian hit by a speeding vehicle. We had finally finished the multiple surgeries necessary to fix her lower spine, left shoulder, and pelvis. It felt as though we had just come out of that. It seemed unreal that we would have two physical tragedies so close

There have been 3 cases of untreatable cancer in my family. The first time I had was aware of cancer is when my grandfather was diagnosed with bone cancer. My grandfather was a very happy man with such joy that being sad around him was almost impossible especially after his passing. Grandpa Ken was what I called him. losing my grandfather made life very difficult for my grandmother who has several physical troubles. He died when i was very young, but even at a young age his death impacted me heavily.