Personal Narrative: My Experience With Ovarian Cancer

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I was granted with the opportunity in my life that few others get to experience. For as long as I remember my mom was sick with cancer. It began when I was five years old. I remember vividly the day that my parents told us that she was diagnosed with ovarian cancer. Being so young I had no idea what kind of curveball life had just thrown me, but I would learn very soon. As I got older and more conscious of the situation I knew that it would not last forever. Although, things first began getting harder during my sophomore year. My mom was in the hospital every month at least for a week or more, which distracted me during school and after school since I would be visiting her. Second semester, February of 2016 we were told that she had three weeks to live. This was definitely some of the worst news I will ever hear. Being right in the middle of the school year, it became a very bad time for me. Luckily, my mom kept fighting for 6 more months, but unfortunately the cancer had spread too much and after 12 years of a long, strenuous and faithful fight, the cancer took over and she passed away one week before my junior year. …show more content…

With all of this on my shoulders, I knew that I needed to do my best to stay focused and keep moving forward. Of course my school work was not up to the bar I had set before, but I did not let my grades be dramatically affected. During this time, I spent time reevaluating my priorities and figuring out my sources of inspiration. Since my mom was my largest source of inspiration and I lost her, I had to find a new way to inspire myself to persevere through what will be the hardest thing I will ever endure in my life and not let it ruin my goals. I relied on my faith and the rest of my family, and I was able to find inspiration within myself and the fact that I lost my

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