Personal Narrative: My Grandpa Has Stage 3 Leukemia

serious towards everything. I would stop talking to my friends from Kingwood High School and my friends from New Jersey and as well as my family. Then one day, i suddenly became really tired and light headed and unable to function correctly. In a matter of minutes i was rushed to the hospital, and multiple test was concluded and the result was showing that i had stage two colon cancer. The word Cancer didn't shock me or scare me, but the only thing that scared me was the result of having cancer and how it's going to change me and what i have to through in order to live or have my normal life back.

“Who killed your parents Jackie? What is going on!”, I yelled as I realized I was so out of the loop. This was all too much for one moment. First the gash on her neck and now I find out her parents are dead. I started to wonder if she was crazy, how could they be dead and she just wanted to run away? Something had to be wrong, this could not be happening.

Finally, as he abruptly snapped out of his daze, he gazing at me with his deep brown eyes and sighed, "The doctors admitted my dad to Hospice today." Once those disheartening words left his mouth, his face became distraught, his eyes turned dark and droopy, his nose became stuffy, and his lips tensed tightly. Hunching over his long legs, tears began pouring out of his saddened eyes onto his freshly-ironed clothes. My heart crumbled as Grant Oubre, my consoler and companion, was crying beside me. I did not know how to comfort him much less myself; I was in complete and utter shock. As he pulled himself together, he glanced at me once again with his sagging eyes and melancholic expression as he said, "Hospice is where they make you comfortable

“There are a couple different treatments we could do, however I personally think that the chemo is our best option. There will be a long hard road ahead of us, but I think we can do it! Now your cancer hasn’t spread yet and that’s why I think it is best to start as soon as we possibly can. Here’s what we can do…” the doctor went on and on and on. It was so hard to (even (omit)) grasp what he was saying. So much was running through my head. I was beginning to cry again, but this time I in a private room instead of in front of a waiting room full of people. “Why don’t we go for a little walk. Maybe to get a snack or something.” Caleb thought it was a good idea because he figured I needed to just get away from all the talk of chemo and treatments and well, cancer. He could see the fear in my eyes. “I’m so scared.” I thought I was crying as hard as I possibly could but boy was I wrong. “I know you are, and you have the right to be, it’s a scary thing. But you know that I will be here for you through everything, okay. I’m not going anywhere.” The doctor said I needed a good support system, and man did I have the

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.

“Casey is leaving.” She blankly stated. Now to most people when their sister breaks up with her boyfriend it’s no big deal, but my sister is not most people. Casey was her rock and he helped her when her

She didn't know ? why wouldn't they tell her what happened? She needed me. I couldn't help but bawl. My eyes hurt so much. Knowing that my best friend was dying it was starting to kill

“I’ve got a wonderful job offer so we are moving to Georgia,” her dad had spit out, finishing her mother’s sentence. Caylee’s happiness came tumbling down. Now she had wished it Zoe was getting something instead of this. “How could something like this happen?!” she had thought. Caylee didn’t want to move, she didn’t want to reply, she didn’t want to leave her friends, and she didn’t want to cry. Caylee ran out of the kitchen as her eyes filled with tears. Her mom had tried to grab as she ran, but she had pulled away.

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.

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.

I was born on November 15th, 2001 at 11:15am, I always thought it was cool how my birthday and the time I was born match. I barely remember much of my childhood. My earliest memory was smashing my head into a concrete flower pot, I was a toddler and the path I was walking on was cobblestone. A deadly combination. My mom said the bump on my head looked identical to the ones you see in cartoons and she jokes about how that accident totally messed up my brain. We’ve always been close, back in 2010 she was diagnosed with Leukemia and the way I found out wasn’t exactly ideal, it’s alright though because I really didn’t know what any of it meant at the time, I didn’t cry and went about my normal 8 year old life, she’s in remission now which is unbelievable

My grandma’s strength pushed her into remission, but the cancer came back. I brought her to chemotherapy treatments. I chatted with her about school and the classes I was excited to start next year. Throughout her fight she never made anything about her; she always focused on me and how I was doing. I used to watch her in the kitchen every holiday, making a dinner for twenty-five without breaking a sweat. Eventually I watched her struggle, needing more help than she wanted to ask for. I witnessed her become victim to cancer, I never lost sight of the woman she was and neither did she, strong.

“There might be a chance his cancer can be treated, “ said a close family friend.They said they knew a medicine that might help treat the cancer.A week later he is on the medication and being a lot better than he was the summer he was diagnosed .We are sending him the medicine every month so the cancer might go away. With cancer we don’t know what to expect but we still have to have hope he will get better. Before I ever heard about his cancer I wasn’t the closest granddaughter . But since now there will always be that chance where things might take a dark turn , he might be gone earlier then we expected.That is why it is important to cherish every moment we have with him while we still can.Because we know the people we love will not always be around with us forever. Now whenever we get a call from them I always make sure to talk to him. I want to get as close to him as possible now when we have the chance. While we are still thousands of miles apart , we still have to enjoy the little moments like phone calls or video chats that we are lucky to

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.

What’s that you say Doctor? I’ve got cancer… That doesn’t sound good, and by the way that you’re telling me, it’s probably worse than that. Well, I knew that this day was coming… Doctor? I don’t know why, but I’m not as upset by this news as I thought I would be – but I do know one thing, I don’t want it to hurt.