Personal Narrative: Breast Cancer

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Cancer. Why was it always cancer? I had witnessed cancer take my friends, family, you name it. My internal monologue pleaded, “You’ve taken so much, but you cannot take her.”
In October, 2009, the malicious virus hit a little too close to home when my mother was diagnosed with cancer for the second time in her life, this time coming in the form of Stage 3 Breast Cancer. Even as a 10-year-old, the extreme gravity of the situation was evident. Yet, being the youngest in my family, my parents and siblings attempted to shelter me from the grim reality in order to protect my childhood innocence; however, I always had my ways of finding the truth. Early on, I realized that being the serious steadfast solider was not my role in this equation. Rather, …show more content…

For some reason, God had chosen to answer our prayers. The worst was behind us, yet cancer’s wake still remained. Even though it may sound strange to say, I’m thankful for the lessons that came out of that horrible time. On a daily basis, I hear my peers complain about school work or a busy schedule, and I wish I could just explain them the foolishness of their careless words. Although it may seem cliché, life is too short. Too short to waste precious time and energy on living a miserable existence. Living everyday like it’s your last became words that I lived by. There’s no time to waste dwelling on previous mistakes or past failures – you only get one life. True, these are common tropes and clichés, but people can never truly grasp their depth until life itself hangs in the …show more content…

Witnessing the stony demeanor that surrounded cancer and seemed to infect the people around me made me fear adulthood, but I’ve realized that being an adult doesn’t mean that you have to be strict, or callous, or aloof. The task of creating happiness all around me has never stopped, as I try to spread laughter and smiles to people who need them. I realized that you never have to stop being a kid; losing that childlike wonder is not something that has to come with adulthood. Although it’s true that I’ve matured significantly and have a greater understanding of who I am, I will always be a child at heart. By keeping this part of me alive, I’m reminded that cancer can never beat me.
I can’t say that I am grateful for cancer for nearly destroying my family, but I can say that I would not be the same person today without it. For better or for worse, cancer has forever altered the way I perceive my daily life. At least from my shoes, each day is a new opportunity to make something great. So, yeah cancer. Take your best

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