What Makes You Have Cancer?

It was a dark and stormy night. I, Jonathan Harker, was shaking and I didn't know what was going on. I was seeing terrifying shadows around my room. Also, last night, I thought a person or a thing was behind me, but I couldn't see its reflection through the mirror. I didn't know what to do, so I started packing.

“Cancer does not discriminate against race, sex or age; there are many types of cancer and there are not always available treatments.”

Cancer is usually a terrifying word. Those who have never received a diagnosis of cancer, likely cannot fathom the anxiety such an event produces. Even forms of cancer that are highly treatable often bring about significant and immediate life changes for patients. Hopefully, the ideas from this article can help to demystify cancer, and make it somewhat easier to cope with the disease and its effects.

Five minutes left of my safe haven. Which means ten minutes until I come back to reality. Ten minutes until I see my father. RING! Sounded the bell, breaking me from my nightmare. I gathered my books and put on my sunglasses. I walked out of the school feeling nauseous. I walked the short distance to my house. My hand shook against the door knob. I turned it, checking to see if it was locked. It was open, so I walked straight in. It was quiet. Too quiet. I walked around looking for my father. I checked the couch, not there. I checked him and my "mothers" room, not there. I let a smile break out on my face. I took a shower, which was very rare. Showers for me are about as common as breakfast in the morning, and breakfast is not common. I got out the shower and dried off. I put on a pair of boxers and shorts and got in my bed. I lied there and thought about the times before my step father. My mom an I were so close. I began to fall asleep as all these thought flooded my mind, and before I know it, I was out cold. I slept for what felt like mere minutes before a cold, hateful voice awoke

Sitting across from the doctor’s desk, listening to him say the last three words no one ever imagined. You have cancer. The hard plastic chair and the atmosphere in the room suddenly feel colder as your body and mind go still. The doctor rambles on about the state of the condition, but nothing is absorbed. There is only one thing that needs answering. Is this curable? Cancer is a truly devastating verdict to be given and something no one is ready for. Every city, state, country, and continent in the world experiences great loss due to deaths from cancer. It does not discriminate between men and women, young or old, black or white. Dying from cancer is not how anyone would want

I looked up at the black sky. I hadn't intended to be out this late. The sun had set, and the empty road ahead had no streetlights. I knew I was in for a dark journey home. I had decided that by traveling through the forest would be the quickest way home. Minutes passed, yet it seemed like hours and days. The farther I traveled into the forest, the darker it seemed to get. I was very had to even take a breath due to the stifling air. The only sound familiar to me was the quickening beat of my own heart, which felt as though it was about to come through my chest. I began to whistled to take my mind off the eerie noises I was hearing. In this kind of darkness I was in, it was hard for me to believe that I could be

I want you to reduce your cancer risk. I don’t want you to go through this. While some cancers strike out of the blue, many can be prevented with just a few lifestyle changes – stop smoking, lose extra weight, protect your skin from sun damage, and watch what you eat. Please go see a doctor for regular check-ups and demand follow-up appointments whenever frequency to use the toilet, pain, bleeding, unusual lumps, or other symptoms appear. Many people can live long and fulfilling lives if this disease is discovered in its early stages. I want you to have a long and fulfilling pain free-life.

You wake up one morning and feel a lump in your armpit. You’ve been noticing that you’re more tired than usual over the past couple months. You decide to seek out the services of your physician to address your concerns. You find your way to the doctor’s office and you have a conversation with your physician. He feels your lump and describes the several possibilities of what the lump may be caused by. He prescribes blood work and some other tests to determine the nature of your problem and to follow up with him in 3 weeks. Three weeks later you revisit your physician and he tells you that you have a serious form of cancer and that he recommends that you immediately begin chemotherapy. He provides you with some prescriptions for nausea and

We continue to stroll to my house Jorge turns around and sees something. "look there's a shadow Jorge said'' it was a tall body shape man it was terrifying. It felt like he was following us, so we are unnerving. We started to jog at a fast pace, and we were horrified. “Let's stop and check if he is still there Jorge said.” “Look he is not there anymore is said.” We continue to jog it felt like a specter was in the back of us. We look back, and it was there we began to flee as fast as we could. We look back

Examining the deep lines etched into his already sunken face, he leaned against the sink, slowly breathing in and out. The word cancer has been ringing in his ears continuously for the past seven days, tormenting his mind until he couldn’t take it any longer. As his fist hit the mirror, shards of glass flying to the floor, he began to cave. Blood dripped down his arm, but there was no pain as nothing compares to the heaviness that his diagnosis brought. Despite multiple visits with multiple doctors, the young man found it hard to grasp the concept, hard to believe what was being told to him. In response to this, he had not let himself fully accept his diagnosis until that moment in the bathroom, the moment that he found himself

I looked closely at the gloomy spot where the voice was coming from, it was right beneath the window where the moon reflects from. Looking closely at the shadow, reluctantly, I took the very first step to discovering what I'm about to unfold. Drawing close to the darkness, I asked in a still voice, "who are you?" Clearing my throat in an attempt to hide my fear of the unseen dilemma before me, Stammering, "wha what do you want?" I asked again. All I could hear was the voice of a woman sobbing. "Is she dying?" I thought to myself. And Before I was able to process an answer, a hand grabbed me by the arm from behind, and in fear, I glance back to look at the person behind me, but whoever it was had

What’s that you say Doctor? I’ve got cancer… That doesn’t sound good, and by the way that you’re telling me, it’s probably worse than that. Well, I knew that this day was coming… Doctor? I don’t know why, but I’m not as upset by this news as I thought I would be – but I do know one thing, I don’t want it to hurt.

I couldn't move my body I didn't know what's going on with me I couldn't talk I couldn't answer to anyone. I couldn't focus. Tears were running down my face. It's like I was there but I wasn't.

A dinner table that is usually brimming with the conversations of a small family was suspiciously quiet and filled with an ominous tension that was cleaved with a single phone call. During that short conversation the tone of my father changed to distraught instantaneously, grandfather had a major stroke and it appeared he would not be the same after this one. A house once filled with laughter, fell to a dark atmosphere, and then an empty house with five half-eaten dinner plates.

“They found a mass in my kidney”, he told me. “And it’s most likely cancer.” Time froze. All of a sudden I couldn’t breathe, and felt tears welling up in my eyes. My chest ached, and when I finally opened my mouth to speak, my voice had gone hoarse. “Cancer?” I croaked, grasping at straws. “Is… Is this a joke?” He let out a halfhearted, broken chuckle. “No, it’s not a joke.” He continued with his story on how he felt a sharp pain in his lower back at work a week or so ago, and went into the hospital to get it checked out. I heard only bits and pieces, as the shadows creeped