The view was remarkable. The sun was peering over the horizon, casting a warm, rosy glow. The mountains were a rich green, they were the churning, passionate green that the ocean turned during a storm. The kind of green that thrusts out of the gritty snow to remind you that spring is coming. I felt the crisp, careless wind run through my hair while thinking that I never wanted to leave this ravishing place. All good things must come to an end I guess, but that didn't change the fact that I didn't want to leave. I didn't want to face reality. I didn't want to face the fact that the most important woman in my life was going to die. When my mom first was diagnosed with cancer all I wanted was an answer. Was she going to get better or not? But now that I know what's going to happen, I wish I didn't. I can't stand the fact of living life without her. “Paige let's get going,” I looked back, my uncle was getting in our car and my younger brother Will was already in it. I breathed in the last sliver of mountain air I was going to have in a while. The last sliver of paradise. I walked to the car slowly, taking in the astonishing view before having to go back home, where life …show more content…
That was all I could think about on the car ride home. It had been two years since my mom was diagnosed with cancer. And boy, it had been a hard two years. The doctors had recently told us that my mom wasn't going to live, that she was going to die soon. That was the first time I had ever seen my dad cry. I clearly remember him trying to hold back the tears, trying to stay strong. However he couldn't help it, tears raced down his face and his eyes became red and swollen. Life was tough at home, so my uncle thought it would be a good idea to take me and my brother Will camping for a weekend. My dad agreed and let us go. It was a fun weekend, but now I had to go back home to my mom. I had to spend time with mom before she was gone,
I prepared myself for the upcoming adventurous day. I set out along a less-traveled path through the woods leading to the shore. I could hear every rustle of the newly fallen leaves covering the ground. The brown ground signaled the changing of seasons and nature's way of preparing for the long winter ahead. Soon these leaves would be covered with a thick layer of snow. The leaves still clinging to the trees above displayed a brilliant array of color, simultaneously showing the differences of each and the beauty of the entire forest.
Breast cancer is a type of cancer originates from breast tissue, generally from the inner lining of milk ducts or the lobules that supply the ducts with milk. Cancers originating from lobules are known as lobular carcinomas whereas from ducts are called ductal carcinomas. (Ref: Breast Cancer, National Cancer Institute) Invasive breast cancer is breast cancer that has spread from the point of origin in the breast ducts/lobules to the surrounding normal tissue cells. In exceptional cases, breast cancer can start in at other sites in breast. Breast cancer occurs in both women and men, though male breast cancer is uncommon.
When they got to the hospital we were moving, my mom to a different room until she could come home; her one wish was that she wouldn’t die in a hospital. That night my aunt, sisters, and I left to go home ,so we could clean and get the house ready for my
About 12% of women in the United States will develop breast cancer in their lifetime, more than any other type of cancer (www.breastcancer.org, 2015). Many people lack the knowledge of how breast cancer is developed. Some people think they will not get cancer because they do not smoke cigarettes, but this is not the only cause of cancer developing in the breast. Anyone can get cancer. Everyone is potentially at risk for developing some form of Cancer (American Cancer Society, 2015).
In life we come across many struggles and hardships. Some have more struggles then others but we all have them. Breast cancer could be one of those struggles whether male or female. Breast cancer is not just something that a woman can get like most people believe. Anyone can get it. In this essay you will about what breast cancer is, some symptoms, how it is treated, and my personal experience with it. Most people do not know what breast cancer is they just know that it is cancer in the breast.
Breast Cancer is defined as “a group of solid tumor malignancies arising in the tissues of the breast” (Sarah Crawford, Richard Alder, 2013) in human and other mammals. It can happen to both men and women. For women, breast cancer is one of the leading causes of cancer death. According to National Cancer Institute, in the United States, the 2014 estimated new cases and deaths of female from breast cancer are 232,670 and 40,000, respectively. For male, it’s 430 deaths out of 2,360 new cases. From these numbers, we can see that women in the U.S. are greatly affected by breast cancer, thus, it’s not difficult to imagine the impact on a worldwide level. Although these numbers look frightening, people can actually survive from breast cancer if it is detected early and treated properly, so it is extremely important for all of us, especially women, to have a better understanding of breast cancer.
The visual surrounding the lake was perceived before the mountains was beautiful and serene. The lavender flowers near the water mirroring the colossal mountains smelled of spring. The sunset illuminated the sky making it purple and orange. The huge rocks were faultless and could be used for sitting and thinking. The warm breeze reassured that springtime was near. The lake was ideal for swimming, it was so clear. The cabins around the lake were perfect for summertime with family and friends. The clouds looked impeccable as they were angled over the mountains, their rectangular shapes resembled fluffy pillows. The snow had almost completely melted off the mountain in the distance. The environment was well needed for break within a busy life.
Breast Cancer As defined by Majure, breast cancer is an “uncontrolled growth of abnormal breast cells” (Majure: 110). It is also one of the cancers that women fear the most. Not only do women get diagnosed with breast cancer, men do too. However, it isn't as bad, or as common, in men as it is in women, so doctors don’t recommend screening for men.
I knelt down and held onto his cold hands, his palm was in contact with mine and the rear of his hand was tightly held against my chest. I dropped the baseball bat and then put my other hand behind his neck. I tugged his neck off the carpeting and dropped a thick tear onto his sweater. I then rose wiping the tear of my cheek and walked towards the landline. Dialing for my grandmother I turned around to get another look at my father and saw my mother on the other end of the living room.
“The grass was green that day. Not like the chlorophyll filled trees of summer, but rather one shade lighter than fall olive. You could smell the fresh crispness in the air of summer coming to an end. Halloween decorations were starting to be put up, and you couldn't leave the house without a jacket. I was lying on my stomach, on a flowered outdoor blanket.
I never thought sixty-four pages could cause tears to roll down my cheeks and twist my heart into the most intricate knot that could only be undone by cutting it in half. “Sadako and the Thousand Paper Cranes.” showed me it can happen. My mother’s friend has stage four breast cancer. I can recall coming home one day to my mother. I slid my bag off of my shoulders and bounced into the kitchen.
The sunset was not spectacular that day. The vivid ruby and tangerine streaks that so often caressed the blue brow of the sky were sleeping, hidden behind the heavy mists. There are some days when the sunlight seems to dance, to weave and frolic with tongues of fire between the blades of grass. Not on that day. That evening, the yellow light was sickly. It diffused softly through the gray curtains with a shrouded light that just failed to illuminate. High up in the treetops, the leaves swayed, but on the ground, the grass was silent, limp and unmoving. The sun set and the earth waited.
I look around and I could not see my dad anywhere. My mind was going in circles as my family and I arrived in a two - bedroom apartment where my Aunt Jill lived. She greeted us with a smile saying, “Oh my favorite niece and nephew, I am so excited to see you!”. She hugged all of us tight because in my family we are huggers.
Fortunately, I wake every morning to the most beautiful sun lit house. I sit on my porch sipping coffee, while I drink in an atmosphere that steals my breath away. Rolling hills lay before me that undulate until they crash into golden purple mountains. Oh how they are covered in spectacular fauna, ever blooming foliage, and trees that are heavy with pungent fruit. Green it is always so green here at my house. Here where the air lays heavy and cool on my skin as does the striking rays of the sun upon my cheeks. I know in my soul why I choose to be here every day. Pocketed in all the nooks and crannies of these valleys and hills are stately homes, rich with architecture resplendent. Diversity is the palate here; ...
All the years we spent together are now images that rest in the back of my head. The memories remain, but the days and nights we laughed and had midnight snacks are long gone. All I can do now is sit down and wait; wait for time to take its toll, wait for the sun to come and go, wait for four months for her to come back home. Lina left on August 19th, leaving a sea of emptiness behind. She was hopeful and optimistic, but tears streamed down her cheeks as she waved goodbye.