The words that my Aunt had spoken will never perish from my mind. The panic and anger I had after hearing them were sickening. No one wants to know that someone they care about can be taken from them in a heartbeat, but that was the reality I was facing, it was back and this time it wasn’t leaving. It was July 2007 when I heard the news, the news that broke not only me but my whole family into pieces. My Aunt Stacy, who is my rock and best friend, was diagnosed for the second time with stage four breast cancer, not only that, but the cancer had spread to her bones and was taking over her body. Hearing this news shocked everyone, but what we soon learned was that in order to defeat this monstrous disease, we all needed to come together and give not only my aunt hope but ourselves hope. …show more content…
It’s what brings out the best in people and allows for one another to come together. Before knowing of the sickness my Aunt has, our family was normal. Together we celebrated holidays, Sunday dinners, and traditional family events, but nothing would compare to the time we were going to share after finding out the heart-wrenching news. Day after day, night after night, my family and I were always together. Anything we could do to make my Aunt feel safer and more secure we did. I became close to family members I once barely knew. We all shared the want for her to get better, to be okay, to not have this weight on her shoulders. Despite what happened to us, my family and I were right there near my Aunt's side. No one cared if it caused a bad test grade, or being late to a day at work, as long as it benefited my Aunt everything else was
Terry and her brothers was sadden what happen to there mother. But she came out with no scars and no bandages and out with a wheelchair. She told her children she was doing fine and don’t be worried. But she know that she was dying inside. Two years has past and Terry’s mother has passed away. This essay is very emotional , breast cancer has taken people lives away. Many of young/elder people has lost there lost because of this disease. Every woman need to get check at least once a year. That’s why in October we celebrate breast cancer awareness. The article was so emotional it remind me of a quote “ It takes a minute to like someone, an hour to love someone , but to forget someone takes a
Being together and having this kind of trust, can also build a strong bond within the family. Building good bonds within a family can help to build a strong core, and when someone has a problem, they know they have their family to lean on. Having a strong core within a family develops a sense of security, because each person knows that they have eachother’s backs. The bond built between family members can help you solve any problems you face in life. In Desert Exile, many times there were parts of the text that showed lots of selflessness or selfishness. These traits can be described when the author is talking about her mother, “My sister and I worried about Mama, for she wasn’t strong… she in turn was, worrying about us, and of course we all worried and wondered about Papa.”(pg. 303). Each family member is worried about one another and is thinking of ways that they can help to keep them safe. The longer they are kept in the camps, the stronger the bonds between them will grow. They are doing everything to keep their mother warm and from becoming
She passed away in 2006 when I was a junior in high school. My family and I visited her every weekend at the nursing home. She disliked being at the nursing home away from her family. At the same time, it was the only way for her to be taken care of. She was paralyzed from her left side of the body from a stroke and diabetes. Also, she was a little heavy. Therefore, they were unable to lift her up and do the activities of daily living. Between her sons and daughters they all decided that her being in a nursing home is the best decision for her and everyone else.
During the winter of my sophomore year of high school my aunt, whom I am very close with, was diagnosed with stage three ovarian and cervical cancer. She underwent various surgeries and chemotherapy treatments, spent weeks in the hospital, and many more weeks battling the effects of the chemotherapy from home.
Before I go on to celebrate my mother and what she stood for I must share with you the reality of what life was like for my mother and the family since she was first diagnosed with cancer in October. Of course, nobody suffered more than my mother, but Dad you’re definitely second. We all shared my mother’s pain. It was like we were all on trial.
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.
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).
“Just take my hand, together we can do it, I’m gonna love you through it.” (I’m Gonna Love You Through It- Martina McBride). Breast cancer is an awful disease that will change your life in a single moment. ”Everything in my life was turned upside-down. I really had a wonderful life; A husband, three children. And breast cancer came along and just smashed my world” (Janelle’s Journey). Breast cancer is an aggressive war that takes a great amount of fighting to survive. “You go from being perfectly healthy, to feeling like, ‘okay, I’m dying’. It started a whirlwind of things that I never anticipated having to go through.” (Bonnie’s Story- Beyond The Shock). Did you know that the youngest person ever to have been diagnosed with breast cancer
I, of course, knew my mother as a mother. As I have reached adulthood and become a mother myself, I have also known her as a friend. My mom shared much of herself with me, and I saw sides of my mother as she struggled with her cancer that I had never seen before, especially her strong belief in positive thinking and the importance of quality of life. I was privileged to know so many facets of my mother, but certainly I did not know all. There were parts of her life that I didn’t see, relationships that I didn’t know about. Last night, at the wake, so many stories were told to me about my mom’s strength, courage, humor, kindness, her quietness, her loyalty as a friend. It was so special to hear of these things that my mom said and did, to know some of these other parts of her life. I hope that her friends and family will continue to share these stories with me and with each other so we can continue to know and remember my mom.
As a University student now looking back on the past, all the trials and hardships, my grandmother passing was not all dreadful. In fact, this dreadful event actually opened up my eyes for me to reach my highest peak. It has taught me to be strong and proactive. In addition, it taught me that I should get all I can while I am alive and do not take anything, such as education, for granted.
I can’t begin to express how hard it is for me to stand here before you and give my last respects to my loving mother - name here. From the biography that was handed out you can recall that during the her early years in the united states she studied and worked in New York where she met and married my dad, the love of her life. They spent the rest of their days loyal and in love with one another. Unfortunately, one day my father passed away with cancer at a young age. My dad was the one who suffered the most, but my mom suffered right along with him. She felt powerless, and for my mom- powerlessness turned in to guilt and grief, a painful distress she lived with on a daily basis for the next six years. When he died part of her died! Life for her was never the same again. I was not able to completely understand her loss- until now…
With this disease my dad goes through a tremendous amount of pain, but he never lets that stop him. On my dad’s days off my family enjoys our time together as a family. Knowing that my dad goes through all of this allows me to appreciate the small stuff that we are able to do together. From listening to music in the garage while he works to driving around aimlessly, I have always enjoyed my time with my family.
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.
Each day was, and still is, a hard, frustrating and stressful time. This incurable disease has had a dramatic effect over the years starting when I was in kindergarten. I remember when my mother started using a cane so she wouldn't fall when she walked. She could still work, drive, and go on outings with me, her only daughter. In the beginning I didn't know how to grasp it all but I gradually understood a little more each day.
It was June 6, 2011. I remember taking my mother to the County Hospital’s emergency room. She seemed extremely exhausted; her eyes were half-closed and yellow, and she placed her elbow on the armchair, resting her head on her palm. I remember it was crowded and the wait was long, so she wanted to leave. I was the only one there with her, but I did not allow her to convince me to take her home. I told her in Spanish, “Mom, let’s wait so that we can get this over with and know what’s going on with you. You’ll see everything is okay, and we’ll go home later on.” I wish then and now that would have been the case. Unfortunately, she was diagnosed with colon cancer that had spread to many parts of her body including her lungs and kidneys. The doctor said to me not considering that I was a minor and my mother’s daughter, “Her disease is very advanced and we don’t think she will live longer than a year.” With this devastating news, I did not know what to do. I thought to myself that perhaps I should cry, or try to forget and take care of her as best I could and make her laugh to ease her pain.