Looking back, everything seemed normal, but I was just so oblivious to what was actually going on. It had been going on for ages- a few years- the sore backs, restless sleeps, sore bones and finding it almost impossible to breathe at times. I had no idea what was coming my way…
9th March 2011, that was the day my world came crumbling down, It was a Wednesday night, everything was happening just as usual, and everyone seemed their typical selves. But the next morning I viewed my life in a completely different way. Nothing serious has ever happened to me like this before, nothing life changing, but I was just about to find out that life isn’t just all fun and games, and at any moment your life could turn upside down.
I woke up just as my normal routine at 7.45am, get up, get washed, brush teeth etc, although something out of the ordinary happened… this is where my life changed in a split second- I walked out my bedroom and I look straight in to the living room/bedroom, this is where my mum and dad sleep, on a sofa bed, because my brother and I stole the bedrooms, so instead of going through to the bathroom, I walked straight into the living room where I saw two men in high visibility jackets with ‘paramedic’ written on the back, yet I was still so clueless to the whole situation, what was actually going on? My mum walked over to me as she saw the worried look on my face, she just told me that ‘’everything was going to be ok!’’, those five simple words, that parents tell you to make you feel better about something even though you know that it isn’t, those five simple words to reassure you that everything’s going to be fine and dandy. So, I smiled and put on a brave face, but deep down I was petrified and worried. I asked h...
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I was thinking the worst, but who wouldn’t at this point? It was such an intense moment, so many thoughts and feelings were going through my mind…
‘’Your Dad has…’’- she paused, I had no idea what she was going to say, but I sure wasn’t looking forward to it-‘’…Cancer!’’, I will never forget that moment, It was like someone shot me with 100 bullets and put a knife through my heart at the same time… It shattered into a million pieces.
I began to cry, tears sliding off my cheeks and on to the ground. Wow! I didn’t know how to respond to that.
As time went on I got used to the visits to the hospital, but at times it got too much, especially when he was having chemotherapy, it was definitely the most horrible experience I have ever been through. Without my family and friends, I wouldn’t have been able to get through the hard time.
When I walked inside the front door something didn’t seem right. The feeling of sorrow overwhelmed the house. It was so thick I could literally feel it in the air. Everyone was motionless. They were sulking;I was befuddled. The most energetic people in the world, doing absolutely nothing. I repeatedly asked them what was wrong. After an hour or so, my dad pulled me aside. He said that my Aunt Feli had passed away last night. My mind went for a loop, I was so confused. I thought that he was joking, so I replied “You’re lying, don’t mess with me like that.” and punched his shoulder softly while I chuckled. My dad quickly started tearing up and said, “There...
Everything was back to normal or so I thought. Once, we reached my house I got off and hurried inside to get my dress on. My dress was simple not too blinged up and two different orange tones. As my mom helped me get the dress on she noticed my curls falling. She finished tying my dress before quickly getting the curling wand redoing them herself. I almost cried as they didn’t stay put, it was like they had a mind of their own. One look at the clock made me forget about them. We were now running late to church and I had yet to put my shoes on and get the rest of the stuff I needed to take. I don’t know how I moved so fast and got everything done. The photographer were here and taking pictures before going outside recording as I made my way out of the house with my parents and siblings. We took a couple of pictures before I got in the car fidgeting as I looked at the time. There was no way we were going to make it in time. After, everyone got in the car we made our way to Graham where the church service was going to be
For weeks leading up to his trip, it was all I could think about and it kept me up at night. My husband had been in the Navy for almost 8 years at this point and had been on two Middle East deployments in our marriage so I was no stranger to being alone, but this time was different, this time I had another tiny human being that I loved more than anything in this world to keep alive. I distinctly remember the day he left on that trip being the worst day of my life, I stood in our house and cried uncontrollably and thought to myself, there was no way I was going to be able to do this alone for one day, let alone two weeks. I went to her and spent an hour crying, telling her everything that had happened in the last year, she hugged me and assured me that there was nothing wrong with me, just something a little unbalanced inside me and that we were going to work together to fix it.
t was a sunny Friday morning when the news arrived. The perfect weather was an ironic slap to the face as we endured one of the worst days of our lives. A shrill ring from the phone grabbed the attention of all of us. The image of my mother’s face is burned into my memory forever. As she hung up the phone, I already knew the news was not what we had expected. She burst into tears as my father held her, tears falling from his own eyes. That day she was diagnosed with ductal carcinoma in situ, a form of breast cancer. That day was her 50th birthday.
Losing a family member to cancer is like getting hit in the face with a load of bricks. Going through the process is like a never ending journey to hell, especially after the death. I am constantly reminded of the little things, pleasant and spiteful. The love in my heart for my grandmother caused me to experience the most pain in my life.- cancer is an insanely draining, vindictive, not to mention an-emotional rollercoaster.
Everything is perfectly fine, everything is great, then one day it all comes crashing down and shattered pieces are left. My life would never be the same but I guess change is for the best and it forced me to become the person I am today. It’s rough to be the oldest child, especially when your mom is diagnosed with stage 4 cancer and you have 3 younger sisters that look to you for comfort when their mom can’t be there. When the cancer is spread throughout your moms body doctors can’t just get rid of it no matter how badly you wish they could. Rounds of chemotherapy only slow it down, yet it’s still there a lurking monster waiting to reappear at any given moment. Nothing can even begin to describe the fear I felt, and still have to deal with today, but something happened where I could be there for others. What would Sheridan think, or what would 8 year old Lane think if they saw me cry? I had to be Strong not only for me, but for my other family members.
Imagine having to wake up each day wondering if that day will be the last time you see or speak to your father. Individuals should really find a way to recognize that nothing in life is guaranteed and that they should live every day like it could be there last. This is the story of my father’s battle with cancer and the toll it took on himself and everyone close to him. My father was very young when he was first diagnosed with cancer. Lately, his current health situation is much different than what it was just a few months ago. Nobody was ready for what was about to happen to my dad, and I was not ready to take on so many new responsibilities at such an adolescent age. I quickly learned to look at life much differently than I had. Your roles change when you have a parent who is sick. You suddenly become the caregiver to them, not the other way around.
This story really sticks to my heart, and I’m sure yours as well. They hit that little feeling nerve, right? Make your stomach feel a little weird? Don’t worry; you can admit it, its normal.
One of the hardest things my dad had to do was to inform me and my brother about her situation. He sat us both down, put his hands on our shoulders, and carefully explained that my mom was "sick". Sick was an understatement. This disease was life-threatening. It could take a mother away from her children, a wife away from her husband, and a sister away from her siblings. No, my mom was not "sick". She was suffering. There were days where I wasn't allowed to be near my mom. Being a 5 year old, it was hard to understand why things had to be that way. Why can't I see my mom? Why can't I play with her? Why can't I hug her? Although I was young, I could still see my mom in times of
Even though she was clearly watching, I understood that she was just trying to keep me as calm as possible. I couldn’t even speak because I was in excruciating pain, along with tears running down my face. It was like a waterfall coming out of my eye sockets. It took me forever to get up, but by the time I had gotten up, the entire left side of my body was numb.
I just came home from the doctor, and they told me that I was just beginning to start fighting the battle of Stage 4 Cancer. I’m pretty sure that I have enough money to sustain this horrible sickness, but it is still just a terrible situation. The fact that I’ll hopefully live, because I have the right amount of money is something that I can be thankful about. The doctor’s told me today that I will have to start cancer treatment next week. In the meantime, I need to keep my family in the loop about what’s going on with my life. I bet they’ll be heartbroken when they find out. The reaction that I’m having to this whole cancer thing right now is just absolutely awful. I’m thankful that I don’t have as much to worry about with the financial responsibilities. Thinking about someone who has cancer right now, and can’t pay for it all makes my whole
My eyes slowly peaked open and I didn't like what I saw, I saw my crush.
Sometimes we don’t expect the worst in life. My family and I definitely didn’t, my dad had a full time job at The YMCA, was a local youth pastor, and full time pastor. The day we found out about his diagnosis was a hard one. I don’t remember the “official” day it happened, but I do know it was a tough. This disease definitely changed our lives from the start of it. In the beginnings
As I walked in to their bedroom, I found my mother sitting on the bed, weeping quietly, while my father lay on the bed in a near unconscious state. This sight shocked me, I had seen my father sick before, but by the reaction of my mother and the deathly look on my father’s face I knew that something was seriously wrong.
It was Friday night, I took a shower, and one of my aunts came into the bathroom and told me that my dad was sick but he was going to be ok. She told me that so I did not worry. I finished taking a bath, and I immediately went to my daddy’s house to see what was going on. My dad was throwing-up blood, and he could not breath very well. One of my aunts cried and prayed at the same time. I felt worried because she only does that when something bad is going to happen. More people were trying to help my dad until the doctor came. Everybody cried, and I was confused because I thought it was just a stomachache. I asked one of my older brothers if my dad was going to be ok, but he did not answer my question and push me away. My body shock to see him dying, and I took his hand and told him not to give up. The only thing that I heard from him was, “Daughters go to auntie...