The Best Day Of My Life

My mother had picked me up after school. On our way home, we passed by the school where both my uncle Beto worked. There was an ambulance there and we thought maybe a teacher had an accident. Shortly after we get a phone call from my aunt Ana, it turned out that my uncle suffered a heart attack while working. No one saw him while he collapsed, until moments later a teacher saw him laying on the floor, shaking, trying to breathe. My mom and I rushed to the school to see how my uncle was responding to the paramedics. My aunt was already there, we had to take her to the hospital because EMS wouldn’t let her drive while she was still in shock. It was hard to see how the paramedics were trying to help him

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,

It was not sudden; she had been suffering for a little less than a year. I kind of remember the “chain of reactions’ that led up to the diagnosis. It was around the fourth of July and we went to my grandparent’s house to celebrate. Shortly after arriving, everyone migrated to the pool area, where my Dad noticed that half of my grandma’s face was “melting” and her arm wasn’t through one sleeve of her shirt. After pointing that out, my grandpa proceeds to inform us that a few days prior, she had fallen on the ground while outside as a result of a medical issue and has been off ever since. Surprised to hear this, my dad told my grandpa to take her to the doctor. This day was the beginning of the end.

When I got my family was around our wooden table. My dad on his soft voice said “ I don’t think your grandpa will go through one more night, you need to call him” he cried. I felt like I couldn’t do it, felt so week and a huge hole in my stomach, something I’ve never felt before, I grabbed the phone and when I was about to call, the phone ringed, I passed the phone to my dad, It was my aunt sobbing and barely able to speak, then she said “ he passed away, I’m sorry honey” I couldn’t believe it I didn’t even had the chance to say

My grandfather’s body was slumped over on one side of his wheelchair, and I screamed when seeing his face turning purple. A few moment later, my father ran into the house, and he immediately drove my grandfather to the hospital. The doctor told my family that my grandpa only had one week left to live. The next day, my father saw a text from my uncle saying that grandpa has passed away eight o’clock in the morning. My father felt regret since he did not have the chance to see him for the last time. I was overwhelmed and shocked by what my father told me. My legs were shaking, and my heart was pounding faster than the beating drum. It was at that moment my eyes started to become blurry because my tears slowly ran down my cheeks. My grandfather was the most inspiring man that I had ever made in 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.

We had just moved in March 2007 into my new house that my grandpa had built for us. I was so happy because I wanted to be closer to my grandma and grandpa. My grandpa was finishing up our house and his hip started hurting so he and my grandma went to the doctor. My mom was really stressed out because she didn't want anything bad to happen to him. One morning in April of 2007, my grandma and grandpa got a call from the bone specialist and they said that he had bone cancer and his hip was destroyed from it. Within the next few days they were planning hip replacement surgery. He had the hip replacement surgery and had to walk with a walker. Then things got worse because the cancer had now spread to his lungs and was stage 4 cancer. Within the next few months he had a massive stroke. Four days later my mom finds out my dad had stage 4 colon cancer and will not make it very long. One day later my grandpa took his last breath while holding my grandma’s hand. My mom was very upset about my grandpa dying and my grandma was screaming for him to come back. They had to take my grandma into another room so the funeral home could come in and get the body. My dad was still doing good at this time but then things changed.

My great grandmother had a stroke and she was taken to the hospital by the ambulance. By the time we arrived there, she had already been rushed to the emergency room. As I screamed, and cried my eyes out for her, my parents tried to calm me down. After crying and praying for about 45 minutes, I felt so weak and drained out that I had to lie down. Then I heard a voice saying, “Mrs. Roberts, your mother will be okay but right now she’s in the intensive care unit, so you will not be able to see her at this moment”. My mom and her sisters came back into the waiting room with smiles on their faces, and told us what the doctor said. They said that my great grandma had a stroke that was caused by her high blood pressure, but with medical treatment and rest, everything will be fine.

Just before the my first day of middle school, my Aunt was admitted into the hospital. She had a gruesome battle with colon cancer for the past 18 months. She had been to the hospital many times before, had large amounts of her intestines removed, and lived to tell the tale. Sadly, this was not one of those times. This was my mother’s sister, and she drove to the Akron hospital to visit her. She came home that evening and sat me down, and I knew from the grave look on her face that something was wrong. “Justin, Aunt Patti isn’t coming home.” I cried and reasoned and asked why the doctors couldn’t do anything. My mother could not give the answers I so desired. I cried myself to sleep. The last seven days of my aunt’s life were spent in hospice. She was on an large amount of painkillers so she couldn't feel any more pain. Her eyes were closed and couldn’t talk, she was in an almost comatose state. I remember walking into her room for the first time. I’d never seen more love in one place. Her husband sat and slept in a chair beside her bed. We all were talking to her and joking and laughing about the good times had. The doctor said she couldn’t hear us, but that didn’t stop us. Any time she exhaled or let out a subtle grunt or moan, that was our sign that she was listening, trying to

As a couple months went by, we started to get the feeling inside us that any day, we could get the phone call saying she was has passed. It was August, 8th 2006 my birthday, my one wish was to make my Grandma to feel better. Four days later my Uncle Dough calls and say’s “Mom (grandma) can’t move and cant’ get out of bed. She has been put on hospice, her health, has gone way south.”

So my grandma had brain cancer and I remember that i was with my other grandma at grandpa to get away from all of the stress. my mom called and she said that my great aunt betty walked in to see her and my grandma took her very last breath. I started i was packing up to leave to go see her, it was a long pitiful ride, it took 45 minutes to get back to grand rapids, we were in Kalamazoo. sometimes I think that i wanted to be there but it would be even harder for me. I know deep inside me that all things happen for a reason, she got taken out of all of

This all suddenly changed the day my dad got home early from work with a harsh pain in his lower spine. It was so bad he found it hard to sit up straight; he had to be lying down to lessen the pain. One night the pain got really bad that my mom had to rush my dad to the hospital. It was 4 in the morning! My mom rushed me and my 3 younger siblings to get ready, I didn’t know if to be scared or nervous at the fact of taking my dad to the hospital or mad because she woke us up that early. We spent countless hours at the hospital and throughout that time all kinds of thoughts came through my head. “Will my dad be okay?” My grandma came to pick us up early and took us to her house. My parents came home the next day and called everyone into the room. My dad has cancer. He had a tumor on his spine and it was cancerous, that was what was causing him all that pain. The

Death is known to be the worst thing that could happen to someone but in the end the only one’s really suffering are family members left to mourn. A few years ago, my family and I were watching the news all cozied up and drinking hot chocolate, when suddenly we heard that a famous Mexican singer had died in a plane crash. We all felt awful especially since it was just a few weeks before Christmas and everyone was already in the joyful Christmas spirit. None of us could possibly imagine what that family was going through or so we thought. A few days after watching the news my father called to explain that my uncle had been in a really bad car crash and was in the hospital. We were worried, but were thankful he was still alive. Well about three minutes later my father called again and we could hear him sobbing through the phone and we all knew what had happened. My uncle was dead.

Throughout my life, there were many days that were significant; however there is only one day that stands from the rest. The most important day of my life is the day I graduated high school. Graduating high school was an emotional day because I felt prepared to exit one stage of my life and optimistic for the next step in my life.

They explained that cancer is a rapid growing disease that may eventually cause him to pass away. I was confused and had never experienced death before. I did not, at the moment, understand the magnitude of what was occurring around me. Everyday life continued without a blip. My grandparents and I would go to the movies, the beach, and to local diners. The first few weeks were filled with laughs and love until one day my grandfather collapsed while out at the store with my grandmother and me. The ambulance came to take him to the local hospital where he was admitted and later seen by his oncologist who told him that he did not have much time left. I started to understand what was happening and had a nurse hold my hand while I cried in the hallway. I was scared for the unknown for him and my family. “What would the world be like without my grandfather in it?”, “Who would be there to take care of my grandmother?” a million questions darted through my head but I felt the uncontrollable need to always be strong in his presence.