Late December 2015 was, at the time, the worst month for me. It was around 8'o clock in the evening, the sun had set and the moon has risen to its’ fullest. I could smell the sweet aroma from the kitchen. I walked passed and into the living room, which was messy from all of our christmas decor. My mom yelled down the hall to my brothers. “Boys! Come here please.” My younger brothers, Xavier and Dominic, came running out and into the living room. Once everyone was together I asked my mom what was going on. She completely disregarded my question and continued cooking. I could see in her face that she was concerned but captivated, which caused me to gain a revolting feeling in my stomach. She came into the living room and looked at us all and told us she had a tumor in her throat, but also told us it was nothing to worry about. The doctors explained to her that the tumor was very unlikely to be cancerous. I was still in shock, my mom had a tumor and needed surgery. My eyes were glistening from the tears that were fighting …show more content…
After she went to the doctors’ she brought us news that her cancer has grown slightly and the surgery will be had when she reaches twenty-two weeks in her pregnancy. The following day I was in choir class, I held back tears all day, but when I walked into Mrs. Chapman’s room I couldn’t hold back anymore. I started crying, so Mrs. Chapman called me into her office and gave me a very comforting hug. We started discussing how she understood what I was going through and how her mother had breast cancer. She explained to me how she was one of the main people who helped her mother while she was sick. Talking to Mrs. Chapman helped and motivated me to be strong for my mom. As soon as I got home I ran to my mom’s room and I hugged her and I told her I loved her. I heard a distant I love you too, when I went to my room to work on
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She stared at me for a long time, watching me wipe my endless tears away with the sleeve of my jacket, saying nothing until I had settled down. I looked up at her, my eyes were blood shot from crying and my hair ran down the side of my face limply. She gave me a worried look and said, “Esther… I need you to be strong now, your mom has a mental illness, and needs special care. You now have to live with another mommy. I am Ms.Banulous, your social worker.” From that moment, my life began again.
She had ulcers in her mouth, which causes and pneumonia and infection, which caused her not to eat. My mom was taken to emergency which led to the cardiac floor, which that Sunday led to the ICU. In the meantime, I was driving to the bay area, only knowing that a huge part of me was in the hospital. By the time I got to the hospital my mom was in the ICU. My mom was perfect a few days ago, so this was very hard to see.
I broke down as I hugged my mom tightly, trying my hardest to comfort her although I knew that her heart was shattered. We all couldn’t understand why she was gone at such a young age. I remember asking myself how could a person who had done so many good things in her life leave in such a painful manner. My aunt’s life has been an incredible journey which had came to an end. The end being that she was no longer here, and never to be seen again.
Today, she still fights her addictions daily. Even with the visits and the clear mind that I now see, I realize still that I lost a mother. The woman who was intended to be my foundation crumbled before I could stand. The crumbling, however, has strengthened my mother and me. Her leaving has defined me as a person and has helped me to be prepared for any situation that I may approach. Hopefully, I may convince my family to forgive her soon, and maybe, just maybe, see her become a mother.
It was June 24, 2015 and we had gotten a call from Johnny, “Mindy is in the hospital!” Quickly, my Mom and Dad dropped what they were doing and turned the car on. Everybody ran to the car without fail,we were heading to Clarion. Before we left, I called Mahliah, when she answered she knew what was happening and ran to my house. We were all very impatient. Just waiting was hard to do.
I had just arrived home and was watching TV in my bedroom. My mother was talking to my aunt when I heard her exclaim “¿Que?,”
Chills ran up my back as we walked in, my face was red, my hands were freezing, I dreaded hospitals. Every time I went to hospitals nothing good ever happened. She was lying on her bed so pale and cold, she couldn’t even talk. I grabbed her hand and smiled, and whispered “everything will be okay”. We stay there till about 8 o’clock.
I watched anxiously as each tear roll down his face, for what seemed like an eternity. The silence was shattered by the sobbing of my brother, he was only five. Experiencing this was the hardest, but most life changing experience of my life. Knowing that she’s alive but having the grief of a loss. I felt like she was gone but also knew she was alive.
Tim talked with her about my grandfathers’ condition and the choices they had. The choices were either to discontinue his treatment or to keep him in the chemotherapy program. My grandparents talked for a while. Later, both decided my grandfather could push through the therapy. Fighting back tears, my father looked me dead in the eyes and said the words I will never forget to the day I die: “He might not make it.”
“What you know makes who you are but what you do to help others makes your true essence”. These humble but wisely spoken words have been echoing in my ears since I was a high school student. My Biology class in medical school turned out to be a defining professional moment. I discovered my passion for Oncology as we discussed genetic mutations and carcinogenesis and I have been determined to pursue a career in Internal medicine / Oncology ever since. My enjoyment of biology, intellectual curiosity, and passion for medicine made me appreciate the challenging aspect of internal medicine and embrace it as an artistic and mentally challenging field of medicine.
She would always work just to make sure we had everything we needed such as school supplies, uniforms, and food. At times, I don’t thank my mother for everything that she does for us which is why I want to take this time to thank her. Thank you for everything that you do for me. You have always supported me and loved me throughout my whole life even throughout the bad
I was panicking. She started crying even more. This is not what I thought would happen while staying at a family friend’s house. This is the story of the time I had to take care of two little girls and almost killed one of them. She’s alive and well now, although sometimes she smiles in a very forced way when she sees me.
It was a winter day in late November. There was a few inches of snow on the ground, the icicles were hanging from the roof, and there was Christmas decorations being set out here and there. In fifth grade, that day was not one of the best days I would like to remember,until I knew what was going. I threw off my camouflage patterned snowboots, and they landed by the old tan couch with the sunken cushions. I didn’t know my dad was home, but I knew when he yelled my name when the door shut.
After Mama said that I was truly confused. I didn’t even want to look at her all! I felt like I was letting her down by looking sad. How could we not look sad? She is our mother and we just got the news that she has stomach cancer! How were we supposed to look at her?