Lung Cancer: A Short Story

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I always felt like the black sheep in my family, especially when it came to knowing the family news. I was always the last to know everything out of everyone. Even to this day, I’m still the last to know anything no matter what it is. When my grandfather got lung cancer, I didn’t until two months afterward. In April, I knew he was sick and they were running tests to diagnose him with some fancy medical term that can be easily simplified so that common civilians like me can understand what it means. On June 13, 2013, my mother, my sister, my brother, and I were at the airport flying out for a visit. We were waiting in the Oakland Airport; our flight was at 5 PM so we got there at. When we got to the airport, they told us there were a delay and …show more content…

While I was visiting, I spent most of my time there sitting in the living room. Most my family thought I was just being an ignorant 12-year old who didn’t care her grandfather was dying of lung cancer in the room next door, but it was too hard for me to look at. Every night I could hear him crying. It was hard for me but I still sat with him and talked to him. It hurt to see someone who was so close to being in so much pain but hides it. During the day, he always held in his pain so that none of us saw and then would let it out at night when he thought we were all asleep. When I was leaving, I didn’t treat it as a goodbye because I didn’t want it to be; I didn’t want that day to be that to be the last day I ever saw him again, but it was. At the time, my sister and I were 12 and my brother was 18. Months passed and he was getting better, up until December. Most of my family was in India for my cousin Chandni’s wedding during that …show more content…

He had been smoking for 64 years before he took his final breath on this Earth. When I was crying myself to sleep, I would pray for a sign so that I would know he was doing fine. One day, I fell asleep and had a dream. I was in my brother’s room doing homework and the phone started ringing. I picked it up and my grandfather was on the other line. I can’t remember what we were talking about, all I know is that we had a conversation and it was like he was still alive. After the conversation ended, I got a letter from him. Before I could open the letter, I woke up. I always wonder what the letter said, but in my heart I knew that was my sign. I believe everyone has at least one life changing moment in their life, at that was

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