As I stood at her bedside, my mind flashed back to how it happened. Before, I never thought a phone call could change someone’s life. I found out a few months ago, on a late sunday night. I remember her saying she had it. When I asked what she had, her voice grew silent and she whispered one word. Lauren had cancer.
I had trouble focusing at school the next day. All I could think about was that my best friend might die. For as long as I could remember, it had always been Lauren and Hannah, the two best friends. I wondered if it could be just Hannah, the girl who lost her best friend. Going back to school, facing the curious stares was one of the hardest things I had done. I could only imagine how Lauren felt.
The next few days were hard, we tried to forget what was ahead of us. It was like Lauren and I both were battling cancer, just affected by it in different ways.
It hurt me to see Lauren’s other friends ignore her, because they were unsure and afraid. However, some people were supportive of her. Our soccer team even announced that they would be playing their seaso...
The Fault in Our Stars is a juxtaposition between cancer and control and how it applies to the life of a teenager. Cancer is defined as a disease caused by an uncontrolled division of abnormal cells in a part of the body. Control is defined as the power to influence or direct people's behavior or the course of events. Most teens want to have control over their lives, they want to choose what happens to them, but in reality they have very little control over the events in their lives. The cancer that the three main characters in the books symbolized the lack of control that most teenagers have over their lives. The story is about how teens try to take control, how they try to keep control, how the only control that believed they had been taken
Sometimes knowledge of someone’s life can be taught by stanzas. It is not always simple being honest and open to discuss past troubles, but it is important that those negative thoughts do not stay bottled inside you. Expressing these feelings can help aid in recovering. Lucille Clifton uses poetry as her therapy to bring out all the shadows in her life. From the beginning of her career with the publishing of Good News About the Earth in 1972 to the most recent addition, Mercy in 2004, we see how Clifton relies on her writing to capture her past. Lucille Clifton’s poetry traces the life of a strong woman imprisoned by loss and disease, but eventually frees herself by living each moment as if it were her last.
...lt that being abandoned was the worst thing possible. With the help of their friends and each other, they learn that life goes on. It's not always easy to keep on living, but they understand they must, to keep their family and friends intact.
A few months ago, she was diagnosed with leukemia and has been receiving Chemotherapy. The doctors have confessed that the Chemo has not had any impact, and found a donor match for a bone marrow transplant.
It was a true cancer horror story but she had stayed strong through everything and had a beautiful baby boy. After she gave birth, we went to see her and give her the check. We traveled to downtown Wilmington and visited with her new born baby, Gabe, and her husband. As we prepared to leave, we handed her the check from all of our fundraising for her. She took one look at the check in hand and bursted into tears.To her, the $1,000 check we handed her was so much more than a significant amount of money. It was a slight weight lifted off her shoulders, an emphasis on the fact that she was not in this alone, before nor
“When someone has cancer, the whole family and everyone who loves them does, too.” – Terri Clark
When my grandmother was told that she had breast cancer first time, she decided to cure it with non-Western healing method. She went to a sort of temple that heal and improve one's body condition from detoxing and changing one's diet. At the temple, she had taken enzyme sand bath twice a day, had fasted for a week or more, and had eaten healthy addictive free food. The people at the temple said that cancer or any kind of sickness would come from what we consume in daily life. Therefore, they tried to cure health problems from changing one's diet and consequently improve one's potential body condition. Actually, from this treatment, my grandmother's cancer went away. However, after a couple years from that, she started eating unhealthy again,
A cancer diagnosis can significantly change your life and the lives of your family in various ways. Hearing the news “you’ve been diagnosed with cancer” leave patients and their families in a whirlwind of emotions. The initial shock of this diagnosis leaves feelings of sadness, denial, frustration, confusion, fear, anger, and often times the “why me?” feeling. Thoughts start going through your head regarding how this affects yourself, your family, and your everyday life.
She’s been struggling everyday of her life for the past 10 years; battling and fighting this horrible disease has made it hard on her and her family. The cancer has now metastasized, making it difficult for her to take care of everyday responsibilities and participate in daily activities. Her 13-year-old daughter is watching as her mother suffers and becomes brittle and weak.
Cancer, the dreaded six letter word that will affect almost everyone at some point in their life; whether cancer is theirs or a loved one’s. What happens when the cancer the doctors said was gone comes back only a year later and this time worse than before? For Mary Williams, this just so happened to be her case. Her malignant melanoma is back and this time an unspoken ‘terminal’ is present in the diagnosis. As a mother of two young girls, eight and eleven years old, Williams is given no choice but to fight. It does help that her team of doctors are from New York’s elite cancer treatment facility Memorial Sloan Kettering Cancer Center which is known to be working on a new drug on melanoma patients. So when she is offered to be in a once-in-a-lifetime
I smiled at her and got up in and saw my entire friends surrounded by bed. They all got me get well cards and gifts. I said thank you. Then our parents came in and hugged us and talked to us. The doctor said that Audrey and I both needed two more days of healing. I asked the doctor if Landon was found but they didn’t find him. Then before I slept that night I thought that I was a little bit happy on that “forest trip” because I got a new friend and learned how to believe and not give up.
When I was younger, I remember feeling as though I lived in a bubble; my life was perfect. I had an extremely caring and compassionate mother, two older siblings to look out for me, a loving grandmother who would bake never ending sweets and more toys than any child could ever realistically play with. But as I grew up my world started to change. My sister developed asthma, my mother became sick with cancer and at the age of five, my disabled brother developed ear tumors and became deaf. As more and more problems were piled upon my single mother’s plate, I, the sweet, quiet, perfectly healthy child, was placed on the back burner. It was not as though my family did not love me; it was just that I was simply, not a priority.
"Ring, ring", I wondered who was calling me at this time of evening. "Yes; o.k.; Yes, I'll be there", I said before hanging up the phone. What was wrong, I wondered all that evening that the doctor wanted me to come in to discuss my lab results? I had never been asked to come in to the office after doing blood tests before; when receiving a call as this the mind plays tricks on the person and wild things start popping up in the head.
Cancer is a deadly disease that millions of people die from a year. Many loved ones are killed with little to no warning affecting families across our world. My family happened to be one that was affected by this atrocious disease. This event changed the way my family members and I viewed cancer.
The sun gleamed vibrantly on August 5, 2008, but I did not sense the warmth as my thoughts were elsewhere. I was only six years old at the time and preparing to begin first grade in less than one month. As I crossed the threshold into the home of my best friend, I had a sensation everything would change. At such a young age, I was having to tell my best friend goodbye. Blake Basgall had leukemia and would not be around when I returned from vacation, according to my mom. That day, I had spent hours coloring a picture in his favorite color, blue, so I could give it to him prior to heading to my grandma’s for the week. Blake was my first real friend. He had a thoughtful and daring heart through all of his surgeries and medication treatments. Blake Lee Basgall would become an inspiration