Personal Narrative: How Cancer Changed My Life

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Cancer. Six simple letters forming the most complex word a seven-year-old could ever comprehend. I couldn’t even spell it, let alone know what it meant. All I knew at the time was that it was killing my father. I had lost my grandmother and both grandfathers by that time. Loss was something I had already grasped. My dad was dying and the one person in my family that I desperately needed, my brother, was off deployed across the world. It was incredibly difficult to not have him around during this time and everything was going downhill faster than the speed of sound.
Walking around the halls of Tyler Elementary, I felt as if I had no one to talk to. Not many people could relate with a little girl who had a dad battling cancer. While I was playing on the monkey bars during recess, my dad was fighting for his life. While I laughed with friends, he was going through the worst moments he has ever experienced. When I would get home, he would be on the couch with his chemo bag next to him, pumping medicine into his sick body. The pancreatic cancer cells and tumors wrapped around his arteries and veins as I wrapped my arms around him to give him a hug. All I wanted was for him to feel better so we could be a happy family again. …show more content…

My tiny child-sized legs wandered the hospital halls, my curious eyes watching people in lab coats and scrubs save patients and make people’s lives a little bit better. Even in terrible circumstances, I was amazed by their immense knowledge and care for every single person that walked through the hospital doors. The way they almost automatically knew what to do in situations and the ability to develop a personal connection with their patients and coworkers left me in awe. This added a light in my life and sparked what I am most passionate about today-

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