Personal Narrative: My Special-K Bar

One night in January, I couldn't sleep and it was 4am and then out of the blue I got a call from my sister.. At first all I had was questions, “What do you mean his organs are shutting down?” And then she said it-- grandpa’s dying. She called telling me that our grandpa, who was battling cancer on and off for eight years,

Just four years ago Emily Dumler was living a happy and healthy life with her husband and three kids. Until one summer afternoon when Emily started to feel unwell, her sickness indeed up getting so bad that she checked into urgent care. From there no one could figure out what was wrong with her, and Emily had to stay in the hospital for forty three days, before it was realized that she indeed had cancer. Emily says, “Scott (her husband) and I were actually relieved to find out I had cancer because what I had been going through for the last forty three days was so rough and we wanted to find a treatment that could help me.

Ever since i was a kid, my parents always told me to never steal anything and never do any piracy. That is one thing that I still and always will follow my entire life. When I was a kid, I stole a candy bar and my parents caught me. I got in big trouble. I had to My day was as normal as ever, after work I came home around 7 p.m. and i'm going to the bar now. I went to “Kevin’s Bar’ and bought myself a $20 drink. I had only $30 left before i was out of money. All the girls saw me buy that expensive drink for myself, seeing that I was at self-pity and they all repelled away from me. Those $30 extra dollars that I had was gone in 10 minutes of self-pity. I was starting to get really drowsy here and there being at the bar for hours and hours. I eventually approached the girls at the V.I.P. area, but they all ignored me and was being dragged away.I got drowsy again. The last thing I heard was screaming and arguing from the girls before the door closed . Something came into my hands before I was dragged away, but i don’t know what it is, anyway I didn't care as long as i got home. I called my wife to bring me home who was later that

Mia, a widow of the age of thirty-eight, knew something was wrong when her doctor, not the nurse practitioner, called her to set up an appointment for later in the week. The day of her appointment had arrived and she walked into the room that smelt of cleaner and sadness. The mere minutes she was alone her mind began to race with fear and anticipation. Once her the doctor closed the door behind him, her world froze. He was holding a clipboard that could hold one of two things, a death certificate or the greatest news she has ever heard. When the doctor began to apologize with a voice laced with pity she discovered which it was… The cat scan results had returned and it was not good, the cat scan showed that she has stage four pancreatic cancer

During the month of October, I was told over the phone that my Godfather, the only father figure I have, was diagnosed with cancer two years ago. Based of my mother’s reaction to my gasp and sudden questions that she refused to answer, I could tell that she wasn’t planning on telling me in the first place. This information that my mother slipped up and said shook my whole world. Not only the fact that my “father” has a disease that kills daily but the fact that everyone knew but me. I was devastated, I instantly hung up the phone and called my “father”. He proclaimed that my mother volunteered to tell me when he was first diagnosed and he thought I knew all this time. My “father” is the reason I looked into Dr. Sebi, not only has he found a cure but one that actually works

I am sitting on the first booth table against the wall by the main entrance at Stella’s in Grand Rapids, Michigan. The smell of alcohol and sweat filled my nostrils as I breathe in the stuffy air. All around me are young people who are laughing a little too loudly, flirting with strangers, talking with friends, and playing video games while watching cartoons that are being played all around the bar. There are many people in this bar on a Saturday night at 11:35 pm. There are very little sitting and people coming in and out of various groups of people. Some of the people are losing their balance and attach to a friend or stranger to help them walk in a straight line. The women’s bathroom is packed with women and it is very little to none in

As I was about to round off my shift 7am to 3:15pm, on 7/31/2015, I received a call from the admission office that I should prepare for a 75year old end stage cancer patient As I was preparing for the admission the patient was brought in on a stretcher with her family. The patient was admitted for back pain and loss of weight. It was diagnosed that “Miriam” had been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and was given three months to live. She has two siblings who live far apart, one in New York and the other in Georgia. She used to live with her daughter in Georgia until she began complaining of back pain and losing weight. Upon admission to the facility her daughter was convinced that Miriam had less than ninety days to live.

Thump! In a split second, I was lying on the ground. My head throbbing and my mind reeling. I had fallen from the high bars and slammed my head on the ground. I remember giving myself a concussion after that fall; I never wanted to get back on those bars. I had to do what I was afraid of despite the fear I felt in order to overcome larger obstacles in life.

When I was a kid, I always wondered why it took so long for an ill person to become well again. I always thought that if the ill person went to the doctor they would be back to normal the next day, but that’s not the case. For some people it took several days, weeks, months, and even years to conquer an illness but as a child I never could understand that. I don’t know how many times I’ve asked my mom or dad how come the doctors don’t get together and make a “miracle” drug that could heal anything and everything. It wasn’t until the age of 15 when my grandmother was diagnosed with breast cancer that I understood why it took so long for others to heal and the process that they had to endure in order to be healthy again. Shortly after my grandmother’s diagnosis, I started looking into what it would take to get a drug that would cure cancer through the approval process on the shelf to save some many others just like my grandmother. But I kept running into a dead end. Everything seemed to keep pointing towards chemotherapy and radiation. Although I wanted something to heal my grandmother fast, chemotherapy and radiation was the only solution if I had wish to see her watch me graduate high school. I went to almost every appointment with her to watch how it helped strengthen but also watch as it drained her energy. A month of chemotherapy and a few weeks of radiation and my

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.

The thought of having the terminal diagnosis in writing didn’t even cross my mind. That is a perfect explanation as to why the doctors still have Mrs. Hope going for procedures. Also, I like how you tell the truth to Mrs. Hope for the not reasoning for the test. There are times where we don’t have an answer to every question. By being honest with Mrs. Hope illustrate that the doctor and the staffs are trustworthy and reliable to do what is in her best interest.

Bars all I see all day is bars, I can't stand them no more. I look outside and see the sunshine and children playing, I hate being in this little concrete room waiting for me to be dead. I'm going to escape this joint. My wife has given me a wooden gun yesterday, i'm going to break out of this joint tomorrow. As I woke up early this morning felt like a new man knowing that today will be my last day here. As I waited for the guard to come to me and cheek if I did not escape for some odd reason he was being slow like he knew something was going to happen. As I was waiting for him I felt my heart starting to pump out of my chest. Then I heard thumping from boots I started to relax myself by saying, This is what you've been waiting for. He walked

Eight metal bars stand before me and freedom. I have sat crowed in this small cell for months. I am married and I have an eight-year-old daughter. I hold a degree in business studies and was educated in Pakistan. I lived in Kabul the capital of Afghanistan. I have been in prison for 7 months now. The conditions here are appalling; 8 people reside in a tiny cell. We are hardly feed, tortured regularly. I contemplated escaping but with two checkpoints, huge iron gates halfway to the sky and tanks stationed out the front; I knew it would not be possible to escape. Their must be a way to get international attention. To be noticed. I know what I have to do; I have to get the attention of the International Red Cross. I will be freed and return to

My grandma was rushed into surgery. We were all really terrified and shocked because we didn’t know how the surgery would end up going. The only thing we were sure of was that the surgery would be very long and dangerous. Three hours later and she was still in surgery, there were no new updates. I couldn’t even think straight, I tried to take her number one advice and think positive about this whole situation. Minutes later, we saw a surgeon coming towards us; the look on his face didn’t seem very satisfying. The surgeon told us that the whole reason she had this heart attack was because of her smoking habits. He also said she was in danger because of the amount of blood she was losing during the surgery. Hearing that was heartbreaking. It’s not a great feeling knowing your grandma was going through so much pain and we couldn’t do anything about it. There was only one thing we all could do, pray. An hour later, I saw the same surgeon walking towards us but this time he seemed way much happier. He told us, “Your patient is now done with the surgery. Everything turned out perfect and you guys may go see her in a bit.” After waiting for a while, even though it seemed like forever. I finally got to see my grandma again. The moment she saw us, she looked at us with a smile and said “I wasn’t sure I’d be able to handle this, but I tried to think positive all along.” She remained positive even after her being in so much pain. A week later, we finally got to

My daughter’s great-grandmother Gretel was diagnosed with Lung cancer in 2015. At the time of her diagnosis the oncologist found that the cancer metastasized to her Kidneys. Prior to her diagnosis, she visited her Primary care doctor regularly, and was for the most part a very cooperative patient. In December 2014, she went to a visit with her primary care Physician, she complained about back pain she was experiencing that was unrelieved with medication. The doctor prescribed her a much stronger medication and informed her that the pain was arthritis related. The physician did not order any tests to confirm or deny her theory; Gretel left the office that day with no answers but a new medication order. A few weeks later, Gretel went back to