The Chemo: A Fictional Narrative

She began to scream into the phone, into the roaring. She cried out, she cried for her mother, she felt her breath start jerking back and forth in her lungs as if it were something Arnold Friend was stabbing her with again and again with no tenderness. A noisy sorrowful wailing rose all about her and she was locked inside it the way she was locked inside this house. After a while she could hear again. She was sitting on the floor with her wet back against the wall. Here we finally realize that all her fears were coming true and he life was coming to an end and there was no way of her stopping it. In these moments Connie realized all that these were her last moment and the first thought was of her family and how she thought of all the time she wished. "My sweet little blue-eyed girl," he said in a half-sung sigh that had nothing to do with her brown eyes but was taken up just the same by the vast sunlit reaches of the land behind him and on all sides of him—so much land that Connie had never seen before and did not recognize except to know that she was

It was summer time, and twilight. We were sitting on the porch of the farm-house, on the summit of the hill, and "Aunt Rachel" was sitting respectfully below our level, on the steps, -- for she was our servant, and colored. She was of mighty frame and stature; she was sixty years old, but her eye was undimmed and her strength unabated. She was a cheerful, hearty soul, and it was no more trouble for her to laugh than it is for a bird to sing. She was under fire, now, as usual when the day was done. That is to say, she was being chaffed without mercy, and was enjoying it. She would let off peal after peal of laughter, and then sit with her face in her hands and shake with throes of enjoyment which she could no longer get breath enough to express.

Everyone hears the word “Cancer” and automatically thinks death? Imagine being told you have cancer a month before Christmas and having to start chemotherapy right away. That was me at age 16 barely a junior in High School, they say high school is supposed to be a great experience. And it was at the beginning which was my freshman and sophomore year. I was that girl athlete with lots of friends who went day by day not caring about my health I would eat lots of junk food and stay up late at night. I come from a Hispanic family single parent my mom and 4 siblings 3 girls and one boy. Two had already gotten married and there was only 3 left at home including me. My mom would work out in the fields so sometimes she 'd come home late, therefore

She had three kids, one girl who had eight years old and two younger boys. Her family had very few moments to analyze the situation. They started treating this illness as fast as they could with chemotherapy and some other medicine. She looked strong and healthy after her treatment. But it was then when everyone realized cancer is a critical illness. After having her back for some months, she had a setback. Not many days after, she died, leaving three young kids and her husband alone. Thinking about three kids who had no time with their mother is overwhelmingly sad. A mother is essential and special to her kids, that there is no easy way to live without one. Cancer is not only destroying the lives of people who have it, but it is also destroying families. Cancer has no

“We can’t go out tonight. I already told you that.” Cali told her best friend Caleb now very annoyed.

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

She looked towards me, her face growing ever paler, she trembled, as tears began to run down her, once rosy red cheeks. her gaping mouth began to move, trying to form words. however she found it difficult as her breath was leaving her

During Makala’s chemotherapy her mother Sonya Sault stopped the treatment halfway because young Makala decided enough was enough and stated, “I don’t care if I’m going to die, I don’t want to die weak and sick in a hospital”. Makala and her mother understood the treatments were painful and

My invention was a cure for cancer. I was eighteen when discovered the cure, i’m twenty-three now. The cure as made me the first ever person to create a cure for cancer.I was a senior in high school and I heard about more and more people dying from cancer. I didn’t like hearing about lots of people dying from this uncured disease.That made me try to make a cure for cancer.

“Do you think Brandon will let me ride Buck, Mom?” I asked. It was not the first time I had asked. I hardly slept the night before out of excitement for this day. “I am sure that you can ask him. He has always been good about giving you a ride on his horse. I think that today won’t be any different, sweetheart.” My mom patiently answered. “But now I really need you to clean up your room before we go, remember the longer it takes the later we will leave.” It took no further urging, I raced to my room and began to pick up the toy horses that were scattered along the floor where I had been playing with them. I also straightened my books into a pile by my nightstand, Western Rider and Western Horseman magazines that I had subscribed to

That night Sally was in bed and she heard some noises, but she didn't think much about it. She got up to see what it was. It was Aunt Sally sleep walking! Aunt Sarah came into Sally’s room and fell on her! Sally tried to get her off, but when she woke up, she screamed at Sally! That’s when Sally knew she had to do something about Aunt Sarah.

Getting out of bed and continuing on with life became boring to Daisy, like the color of jeans after being washed in the washer a few times; faded. After her father past away, she no longer was in the mood to be a person, she no longer felt the need to keep a conversation going, and she no longer enjoyed the things she used to love. It was not due to the of the lack of sleep she was getting, it wasn’t that. She was not tired at all. Like every other person who has ever experienced loss, she was unhappy. So very sad that even the simplest of things like getting out of bed seemed pointless to Daisy. It was very hard for her, being so down that it became a struggle to get up in the mornings. Yet every morning, Daisy gathered up all of strength

Conducting medical research on cancer patients for the effectiveness of high-dose chemotherapeutic agent like methotrexate(MTX), and then dosing leucovorin to neutralize the effects of the toxic chemo, should this be done supervised for accurate documentation and safety in a hospital or should the patient be allowed to self-medicate with the leucovorin at home, for the comfort and convenience of the already ill patient.

He set the hot water down, laid the honed blade atop the clean towel. The room was too cool, even though summer was barely gone. He leaned forward, brushed the damp hair from her face and studied it as she sat straining, trying not to cry out. Her face was red, sweat streaked with more of her fine hair stuck to her pearl white skin. She sighed and closed her dark eyes in exhaustion.

The two cable cars are going to and fro, loading and unloading scores of tourists. In front of the control panel, two little boys are watching the buttons and lights in amazement. Today is a special day for Curt Carrigan, as his two grandsons are visiting him at his workplace.