The Last Few Months Essay Essay

My grandfather was diagnosed with bone cancer about a year and a half ago. When I found out, it was hard to comprehend that I was going to have to see my grandfather become weak and small because of the lack of appetite from the chemotherapy. Days and weeks would pass and there was a bit of hope that led me to think he was fighting this cancer, but I was wrong. September of 2015 my grandfather passed

My parents come from a small town in Michoacán, Mexico. Growing up, my first language was Spanish. There were situations where I would be embarrassed of my parents for not knowing how to speak English. People would give mean looks and give off a rude tone because of the fact they couldn't speak English. I was a shy person, so I didn't know how to defend my parents but those experiences shaped me into the person who is not embarrassed about having Mexican parents and helps them around with their English. I am a proud and lucky to be the daughter of Mexican parents. Aside from that, I had been an only child till I was eight years old. The day my sister was born, I knew she will be my best friend forever. She is now ten years old and looks up

Everyone knows the disastrous effects cancer has on a person and their loved ones. Knowing that my mom was misdiagnosed, there could've been a moment when she may have still been here on Earth. During 2005, my mom noticed that something was wrong with her. This realization lead her to go seek a doctor at Lincoln hospital. During her examination, the doctors didn't noticed anything was wrong. After three years she went back again, and Dr. Max Ann examined my mother a second time,but this time he discovered that she had cancer. This

On May 11th 2013, my grandma passed away due to pancreatic cancer. A little later that year on September 25th, my mom received a call from my aunt in Guam that my dad had passed away in his sleep. Then on May 14th 2014, my grandpa passed from complications of an allergic reaction to a medication. So within a year, I was left to deal with three immediate family deaths, one right after another. Losing such important figures in one’s life could leave someone depressed and unmotivated to move on with their own life and to rise above those challenges is difficult, yet possible. During this time of hardship, I grew discouraged and saddened, but over time I became motivated to set aside these struggles and make a change.

Being born into a Spanish speaking family has highly changed my life and the way I interact with my community. Having the ability to speak Spanish helps me communicate with not only my parents but as well as those families that may need translation. When reading an article, book , or even just watching T.V. it is very essential to be able to understand Spanish, so that you will know what you are reading or watching. Growing up with Spanish-only speaking parents who at times need translations motivates me to learn the language even better,so that I can not only help them but myself as well.

My parents immigrated from Mexico in 1981 to give my siblings and I better lives. They didn’t want us to go through the hardships they did when they were our age. However, that didn’t keep us from learning about Mexican roots. My parents taught us Spanish from the very beginning, not only to lose our Mexican roots, but also because they didn’t know any English when coming to this country. My siblings were already in their teen years when I was

Growing up with mostly Dominican parents, I eat Hispanic food, listen to Hispanic music and also speak the language. Spanish was my first language. I speak it fluently and everyday at home. I grew up with a large amount of aunts, uncles and cousins so family was big part of my life. I’m glad my parents taught me it when I was younger because now its very easy to communicate with other my family members.

Battling between the confound of two cultures yet attempting to embrace both has shaped me into the individual I am present day. I grew up in a loving home surrounded by a nationally diverse family. Nevertheless, one thing we all have in common is our Mexican culture passed on to us by our wonderful ancestors. Even though some of my family members reside in different states, some even in different countries, we are all able to connect with each other when practicing our traditions and customs. We all share a common language that we utilize to communicate with one another, and that is Spanish. Everyone in my family learned to speak Spanish as the first language, and then the majority of my family living in the United States learned to

Summer of 2012, my grandfather was diagnosed with stage four Glioblastoma, and given only one year left to live. He had gone to have surgery earlier that week for the removal of his progressive tumor; his condition began to grow worse. The doctors got the tumor on the first try, but it was going to be a while before my grandfather felt back to normal. My family had many more trails and hardships to face in the near future.

No one thinks that it will happen to them. No one thinks that one day it might be them walking into the doctor’s office, only to hear those three horrifying words – “You have cancer.” To say that cancer changed my life is an enormous understatement. Cancer took me on an insane roller coaster for two years.. turning, twisting, jerking. I never thought it would happen to me. I heard those three lethal words, but they were not spoken to me. My father was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer in December of 2014.

Five years ago in 2012 my Aunt Mary died from cancer. Cancer had consumed her whole body. It started in her liver and spread to different organs and even reached her brain. When she found out she had cancer she was told she only had a few months to live. I had just seen her on a trip we had before we found out she had cancer and that was the last time I saw her.

In 2005 my grandmother was diagnosed with cancer, just like Gus, but for her it was for the first time, not a recurrence. When my grandmother had breast cancer, had was 61 years-old. She started to think she had cancer when she saw a weird lump on her skin. Worried, she hurried to her doctor and asked her doctor about it. Her doctor performed a biopsy, a test that determines whether her skin on her breast had cancerous cells, on a section of her skin where she suspected cancer. The test came back positive and she had breast cancer. In the following months her body was bombarded by multiple rounds of chemotherapy every week. During chemotherapy she began to act just like Gus did when he had

My family originated from Zapotlanejo,Jalisco,Mexico. Both my grandma and grandpa from my father 's side grew up there. They had very little education but grew up being hard workers. When my grandparents got married they had four children in Mexico. It became hard for my grandparents to maintain all children when jobs were hard to find and payed very little. In 1962 my grandpa came to the united states looking for a job. He came to Southern California because he had family in the area. My grandpa found a job in Los Alamitos at a restaurant called Marie Callender 's as a cook and went back for his family. In 1963, my grandparents and their four children came to the United States. My dad was the youngest of them all he was barely a year. When they came here to California the immigration was not a huge problem so they were able to cross with no problems. When they came here my grandma was pregnant with one of my aunts,so when she was born they fixed papers for the whole family with her.

Back in 2010 the matriarch of my family, which would be my granny, was diagnosed with the terrible disease we call CANCER! No one in my family expected anything like this to happen, especially to her. But then again, who does expect this to happen to someone close to them? I do not believe for a second that anyone in this world is mentally, physically, nor emotionally prepared to be struck with this type of news about someone they love and care for. I know that myself nor my family were prepared to be told the devastating news.

My dad got diagnosed with prostate cancer in early 2014. It was a hard year for my family, and I still remember it like it was yesterday. Not even in my worst dreams did I ever see my dad having cancer. The man that I looked up to, and loved to pieces had cancer. I was devastated, I remember crying and being afraid that I was going to lose him to an incurable disease that lurked the lives of many.