Personal Narrative: My Trip To The Piggly Wiggly

After a few months had passed, I remember seeing pictures of hanging up at family members houses and just coming across things in my room that she had given to me that always made me tear up and want to just scream and cry. My feelings are pretty much the same today and when I come across things that remind me of her I still tear up, I just remember she is in a better place now. Losing someone who means so much to you can never be easy. Just writing this story made me tear up and just made me remember her more and more. I don’t know what my life would be like today if I did not have her, like I said she was always there for me and when I was a baby, we lived with her because my mom and dad and brother had just moved from Colorado not too long before and were looking at houses so my grandma let us live with her for a while. My hero is my grandma and will always be her no matter

I didn’t see her a whole lot because she lived far away. I wish I had gotten to see her more often before she passed. Having someone close to you be ripped away by cancer really just sucks. Cancer is a really dreadful thing. 12.7 people are diagnosed with cancer a year and 7.6 million of those people die. My aunt was among those 7.6 million.

When I was five years old I found out my sister, who at the time was two years old, was diagnosed with Cancer. This was a challenge for my entire family.

I was only 9 when she got diagnosed, but i still have vivid memories of everything she did for me before then. I can remember how she was always the first car in line to pick me up after school and how we always played tic-tac-toe with this board she kept under her couch. We would have sleepovers for days with movies, popcorn and ice cream. She also had a breathtaking garden with every flower you could imagine, that was her prized possession. I can even remember this sign on her door that said “come outside my flowers would like to meet you”. We would have family get togethers and play kickball till dark, even my grandma would play. I would do anything to go back to those days. These are only a few of all the memories I have, and will cherish forever.

She had had her surgeries, making me feel helpless I couldn´t do anything. The fall months had came and this it when it hit me harder. She had begun to lose her hair and become weak from the intenseness of the chemotherapy. As a fifteen year old sophomore, it´s hard to overcome this negativity and adversity. Seeing someone you love and especially someone who has been there your whole life go through this kind of pain is not a sight you want to see; this makes you want to shut down, not do well in school, sports, and your soical life. All you want to do is make your loved one better and when you can´t it can be very defeating. In the months following my mom had always reasured me, seeing the women I look up to most fight this made me want to fight adversity just as hard. It gave me hope to see my mom in the stands during those cold football games, seeing her cheer me on even though it may have hurt. Then it gave me hope to see my mom there when I had won indoor state in track, breaking records and making my name, in the spring months. It gave me hope when when my mom had finished her chemotherapy and radiation and started to regrow her hair. It gave me such reassurance and a more positive attitude that even though she may not feel one-hundred percent she still acted like she did to support her kids and show the most unconditional love. She´s

As a young boy when I was 11 or 12 I went on a horseback riding trip with my local troop, troop 494. The site at which we stayed had so much to offer for a young kid, I could ride horses, learn how to orient a map, play frisbee golf, man hunt, and much more. I decided that day that I would go horseback riding excursion, after all it isn't everyday a suburban kid like me could go and ride horses. After mounting up and going through the BSA safety course we were ready to begin our adventure in the woods. I quickly arranged my horse so that I could ride with a few buddies of mine in the troop. We started talking about how much fun we were having and Jack says “This is so much fun my nigga” I whipped my head around and explained to him how hurtful

When your grandmother was diagnosed with terminal cancer that spread to her brain you didn’t appreciate the time that you were able to have with her while she lived in the house with you. After having her foot amputated, doctors shot mustard gas through her leg as a last ditch effort to cure the cancer. The mustard gas caused her leg to turn black and they amputated her leg above the knee. This is a very personal issue for me because my grandmother passed away this year from cancer. Not a day goes by that I do not wish for more time with her because she was such an important person in my life. I was fortunate to have been able to have an hour and a half conversation with her a week before she passed away. You should have cherished the time you had with your grandmother and have capitalized on the opportunity of her living in the same house as you. Nothing is more important

A year ago today I lost the woman I called mom to cancer. Most days I still have trouble believing she's really gone. There isn't a day that goes by where I don't think about calling her and telling her about my day and realizing that I can't. There are days when all I can think about are how I won't get to have her at my wedding or how she'll never meet my kids. Days I feel lost and I mourn the memories we never made or the things I never got to tell her, days where I wonder if she would be proud of the woman I have become. I often dwell on all that could've been but never will be and today is definitely one of those days. But I do cherish the moments and memories we did get together. My mom was one of the best people I knew. She always put

The childhood memory that vividly can't be erase out of my mind when my grandmother died from cancer and diabetes. It was sad day, as my family seemed clam once everything has been planned for my grandmother funeral. My aunt and uncles rushly have gotten ready, but no one seemed to have told the children to get ready.The memory of that day will forever hunt me for a while ,knowing that my grandmother loved me so much. I was not able to attend her funeral. While everyone seemed occupied. I took it upon myself to get dress, maybe they had forgotten about me with everything that was going on. I was one of my grandmother favorite grandchildren. My grandmother had a lot of grandchildren but I felt in my heart I was one of her favorites. I my mind I told myself that I needed to be there to say good bye to my grandmother and this was the day that I needed to be that big girl my grandmother told me to be. I decided to get creditable myself with what ever efforts to get dressed. Running to the laundry room looking for that floral dress my grandmother bought me, was like looking for a needle in a hay sack. Big black bags appeared all around me, of smelly mildew clothing. Family members implicitly walked around the house with not a care of the children. I impatiently waited and asked my aunt " have you seen my flower dress that my grandma bought me with flowers all over it?" I said

My mom and I were walking through Walmart and we had directed ourselves towards the produce section. As my mom counted one by one the tomatoes that she was placing in the plastic bag, I wondered off. All that I could think of as I walked was how money was tight, but somehow we still need to buy groceries. As I entered the frozen aisle I noticed a woman in front of me with her cart. As she was exiting the aisle she got a call and while looking for her phone in her purse, she accidentally dropped some folded dollar bills. I continued walking towards the end that had the money and as I got closer my eyes would dart around looking for any witnesses. Before I knew it my toes were an inch away from the money. Getting a closer look to the money I

Also just last month I lost my grandma to cancer and it was a very difficult time for me because

First, we got the phone call that my great aunt Janelle was sent to the hospital in an ambulance at two o’clock in the morning. We got the next phone call a couple hours later telling us the doctors didn't think she was going to make it through the night which she fought through the night. We went up to see her the next day in the hospital, she was sedated, intubated and had a pacemaker keeping her alive. Her kidneys had failed and she had to do dialysis throughout the week. We continued to love on and get closer to family and friends more than we normally do. Throughout the week she kept getting better one day she began to open her eyes acknowledging that we were there, we knew she was a fighter and she was going to fight through this. The

My mom was always there for me step by step she was there. Let skip to 11th grade the end of 11th grade my go a new job doing the same thing still for the state in the handicap she worked days now. Hard ships came also with my mom switching her job My grandfather passed and we also found out my grandmother had uteris cancer. Ill never forget when i came home i could feel the sadness in the air when i stepped through the door i walked in to the kitchen and my mom shoed my little sister away My grandmother already has many other health problems she gets brouncituse very easy. So my mom went through the proess of taking my grandmother back and forth to watertown with radition for a few weeks everyday except saturday and sunday. As we came to the last treatment we found out she couldnt have the last treatment done due the fact my grandmother had to be put to sleep and she is to weak so the doctors were not for sure is she was going to wake up. My mom came home with her and they went through many stages of calling doctors and seeing if she could have any other thing done and as the doctors countined to turn away they kept saying we dont know if

When I went to the general store to get a sucker, the moment I left the store and put the sucker in my mouth I began to feel nauseous. Then my vision got blurry and I blacked out. The next moment I woke up and I realized I wasn't in modern time.

It was March 2002, my dad was taking my grandma home from her last chemo treatment for breast cancer, I was with my mom and some preschool friends and I fell off the monkey bars and broke my arm, My mom rushed me to the hospital feeling every bump in the road. This hospital couldn't help me and I was driven by ambulance to the children's hospital where my mom called my dad and he dropped off my grandma at her house in seattle and came straight back to the hospital for his daughter with a broken arm. I was really little at the time and don't remember much from the experience of her going through cancer. However I don't think there has been a time in my 17 years of life that I can remember her being healthy. My other grandparents both had skin cancer but they were able to not let that influence the rest of their lives. My grandma however never was healthy.