Late December 2015 was, at the time, the worst month for me. It was around 8'o clock in the evening, the sun had set and the moon has risen to its’ fullest. I could smell the sweet aroma from the kitchen. I walked passed and into the living room, which was messy from all of our christmas decor. My mom yelled down the hall to my brothers. “Boys! Come here please.” My younger brothers, Xavier and Dominic, came running out and into the living room. Once everyone was together I asked my mom what was going on. She completely disregarded my question and continued cooking. I could see in her face that she was concerned but captivated, which caused me to gain a revolting feeling in my stomach. She came into the living room and looked at us all and told us she had a tumor in her throat, but also told us it was nothing to worry about. The doctors explained to her that the tumor was very unlikely to be cancerous. I was still in shock, my mom had a tumor and needed surgery. My eyes were glistening from the tears that were fighting …show more content…
After she went to the doctors’ she brought us news that her cancer has grown slightly and the surgery will be had when she reaches twenty-two weeks in her pregnancy. The following day I was in choir class, I held back tears all day, but when I walked into Mrs. Chapman’s room I couldn’t hold back anymore. I started crying, so Mrs. Chapman called me into her office and gave me a very comforting hug. We started discussing how she understood what I was going through and how her mother had breast cancer. She explained to me how she was one of the main people who helped her mother while she was sick. Talking to Mrs. Chapman helped and motivated me to be strong for my mom. As soon as I got home I ran to my mom’s room and I hugged her and I told her I loved her. I heard a distant I love you too, when I went to my room to work on
Growing up on the south side of Chicago in the roughest neighborhood in the city I learned a lot from others and just observing my surroundings. At times, I would always think to myself my situation could always be worse than it was, and that there is always someone who is doing worst off than me. But my situation turned from being in a bad position to being in a position where my mother would come to lose her mother and our home that we had been living in, all in the same year. After losing her mother and bother my mom lost herself in her emotions and shut down on everyone and with that came the loss of a home for me and my siblings and her job. Shortly after my mom began to go back to church and so did we. It was the first time in a log time that we had attended church and it played a big part in a learning experience for me and my siblings. Through the days that came to pass going to church sparked a desire of wanting to help others who had or are struggling to get by. My mentor, Pastor, and teacher deserves appreciation for helping my mother through a hard time and keeping me and my siblings active in a positive manor.
“What you know makes who you are but what you do to help others makes your true essence”. These humble but wisely spoken words have been echoing in my ears since I was a high school student. My Biology class in medical school turned out to be a defining professional moment. I discovered my passion for Oncology as we discussed genetic mutations and carcinogenesis and I have been determined to pursue a career in Internal medicine / Oncology ever since. My enjoyment of biology, intellectual curiosity, and passion for medicine made me appreciate the challenging aspect of internal medicine and embrace it as an artistic and mentally challenging field of medicine.
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.
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Today, she still fights her addictions daily. Even with the visits and the clear mind that I now see, I realize still that I lost a mother. The woman who was intended to be my foundation crumbled before I could stand. The crumbling, however, has strengthened my mother and me. Her leaving has defined me as a person and has helped me to be prepared for any situation that I may approach. Hopefully, I may convince my family to forgive her soon, and maybe, just maybe, see her become a mother.
She stared at me for a long time, watching me wipe my endless tears away with the sleeve of my jacket, saying nothing until I had settled down. I looked up at her, my eyes were blood shot from crying and my hair ran down the side of my face limply. She gave me a worried look and said, “Esther… I need you to be strong now, your mom has a mental illness, and needs special care. You now have to live with another mommy. I am Ms.Banulous, your social worker.” From that moment, my life began again.
I broke down as I hugged my mom tightly, trying my hardest to comfort her although I knew that her heart was shattered. We all couldn’t understand why she was gone at such a young age. I remember asking myself how could a person who had done so many good things in her life leave in such a painful manner. My aunt’s life has been an incredible journey which had came to an end. The end being that she was no longer here, and never to be seen again.
It was June 24, 2015 and we had gotten a call from Johnny, “Mindy is in the hospital!” Quickly, my Mom and Dad dropped what they were doing and turned the car on. Everybody ran to the car without fail,we were heading to Clarion. Before we left, I called Mahliah, when she answered she knew what was happening and ran to my house. We were all very impatient. Just waiting was hard to do.
That makes them being gone real. I couldn’t hold it in anymore. Once the first tear broke free, the rest followed in an unbroken
Tim talked with her about my grandfathers’ condition and the choices they had. The choices were either to discontinue his treatment or to keep him in the chemotherapy program. My grandparents talked for a while. Later, both decided my grandfather could push through the therapy. Fighting back tears, my father looked me dead in the eyes and said the words I will never forget to the day I die: “He might not make it.”
Fortunately, her mom didn’t hear anything and to this day she still does not know what
She would always work just to make sure we had everything we needed such as school supplies, uniforms, and food. At times, I don’t thank my mother for everything that she does for us which is why I want to take this time to thank her. Thank you for everything that you do for me. You have always supported me and loved me throughout my whole life even throughout the bad
It was a winter day in late November. There was a few inches of snow on the ground, the icicles were hanging from the roof, and there was Christmas decorations being set out here and there. In fifth grade, that day was not one of the best days I would like to remember,until I knew what was going. I threw off my camouflage patterned snowboots, and they landed by the old tan couch with the sunken cushions. I didn’t know my dad was home, but I knew when he yelled my name when the door shut.
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.
I dropped my head on the kitchen table and cried another river. Speaking those words took a massive amount of energy out of me, but I finally got them out of my system.