Personal Narrative: Childhood Cancer

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Its 7:30pm. It’s a Wednesday evening. A little 4 year old boy Chad and his mother Kelsey are at home. “It’s time for a bath” Kelsey calls. Chad walks down the hallway and into the bathroom. She already had the water filled up. As he steps into the bubbly water, a bump on chads stomach catches her eye. At the time she wasn’t thinking it was anything that could harm her son so she let it rest for a few days. She started realizing chad was having shortness of breath, he was losing weight, his lymph nodes were swelling, he would sweat badly during night time night, started seeing purple spots, and he would bruise really easy. She watched it on and off and it hasn’t changed. Its Monday now and she’s worried. She went ahead and took him to the doctor. …show more content…

The next week they continued their life as if nothing was wrong. Coming home from work the next week, chads mom checks the mail. The results came back. She sits down and opens it. What she saw was terrifying. The results showed he had Childhood Cancer. Chad was taking a nap, so she went to her room, sat down, and started crying. She lost her dad and great grandmother to cancer. She was worried she would lose her baby boy too. About a half an hour, Chad woke up. She made supper like nothing was wrong. The next day she dropped Chad off at his day care “Children Care”. She took off work and went to her mothers. She sat her mom down and said “Mm…Mom, Chad was diagnosed with Childhood Cancer.” Her mother put her hands on her head and started crying. “Not another.” she said. Kelsey hugged her and said “Just pray momma, and everything will be fine… I love you.” She had to leave to let everyone else know. She told aunts, uncles, grandparents, everyone. The same thing happened pretty much every time. The only one left to tell was….Chad. At about 3 O’clock she picked him up. When they got home she sat him down. “Baby, you’re really sick. But you’re going to get better.” Kelsey

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