The day that my mom told me my grandfather might have cancer, was very surprising to me. I had never at any point considered anything bad happening to my family not to mention him. He was my best friend from the day I was born. He generally appeared to be so healthy and upbeat. When she let me know he was going to get tested at the hospital it frightened me even more knowing that there was a possibility of never seeing him again..
A couple of weeks later, we found out my grandfather had the terminal stage of brain cancer. This had been one of the worst news we had found out. He was sent to the hospital to get treated for his cancer. It all had come so unexpectedly. It took me and the rest of my family awhile for it to all sink in. My mom was gone every day with all her sisters for different amounts of time visiting him, taking care of him. He lived in Turlock also so it was not that hard for our family to go visit him. Although he lived near we had to cope with my mother being gone all the time. But it was necessary for all of us to try to help him the best way we could even though the cancer was
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He would show signs of improvement marginally, and after that he would get much worse than before. He was exchanged between nursing homes and hospitals what appeared like consistently. We constantly prayed for his health and hoped for the best. One day, we were advised my grandpa was never going to leave the hospital which hurt every one of us a great deal. He was never going to show signs of improvement from what the doctor’s told us. And I could not help but think about him being gone. I was always at his house hanging out with him. The one chance I could visit him at Emanuel Medical Hospital I was not permitted to visit on the grounds that I had a cold. No germs could associate with him. He turned out to be so sick, he just weighed around 10 pounds more than me. It was extremely intense for every one of us, particularly
This made everyday a little bit better as I have kept this in the back of my mind. The National Hospice Organization says “In a sense, you are never finished grieving”. This is true, one will always feel sadness when remembering an individual that used to be in your life and is no longer here with you. Although, you can remind yourself the good days that you had with them. Remember their smile and what they did when they seen you. Always remembering that they’re with you everyday just not there
Finding out about my grandmothers death was the saddest moment in my life . I didn't understand . I didn't expect it to happen , not to me . I wondered why god had taken an important person away from my life , ad for that i felt confused and miserable . I cried for hours that day . Nothing could have brought me joy that day but the presence of my grandmother , but she was gone and i found it hard to overcome the situation.
I was a child when my aunt got sick, and my fascination about the field of medicine began. She had brain cancer. While I watched the disease progress I was flooded, not only with sadness and grief, but with questions. With two psychologists for parents I had a lot of support and understanding of my feelings, but I was left curious about the medical aspect of the disease and why there was no cure. The notion that the brain could change someone’s entire personality and physical function was amazing to me. Spending a lot of time in hospitals, I observed so much about the impact of a cancer diagnosis on patients and their families, and about what happens to people through the disease process. I noticed the enormous influence that the medical professional’s
Imagine having to wake up each day wondering if that day will be the last time you see or speak to your father. Individuals should really find a way to recognize that nothing in life is guaranteed and that they should live every day like it could be there last. This is the story of my father’s battle with cancer and the toll it took on himself and everyone close to him. My father was very young when he was first diagnosed with cancer. Lately, his current health situation is much different than what it was just a few months ago. Nobody was ready for what was about to happen to my dad, and I was not ready to take on so many new responsibilities at such an adolescent age. I quickly learned to look at life much differently than I had. Your roles change when you have a parent who is sick. You suddenly become the caregiver to them, not the other way around.
He was first diagnosed with breast cancer at the beginning of 2013 at stage 3C. He then started to do what was needed which first began with removing the cancerous lymph nodes, and even some of the surrounding, as well as removing his breast. He then began to do chemotherapy which lasted six months. For these six months he would drive from Cheyenne Wells to Rose Medical Center in Denver. His wife and him would drive up every Thursday and then he would start the chemo early Friday morning and then drive back home. They did this for six months and all that he did was sit in chair at home because he was to weak to do anything else. After these six months it was time to start radiation, and because radiation is done Monday through Friday he had to live in a hotel room for six weeks. He would be go home on Friday after his treatment and see his family and would then drive back up Sunday night. So for nine months that he was doing treatments and could not be at home with his family, making those nine months lonely for him and painful for his family. This was just the first nine months of his rough course he has since hit many rough
It was July 22nd when I got the phone call that my great grandma was in the hospital. It was so shocking to me I didn’t even know what to think I had just been up there to see her two days ago prior to then. My dad had called me and told me in a calm but of course I know my dad to well to know that he was calm but actually pretty scared and frantic. I was at work and a perk to my job is that I work at a family owned business that is actually close to my family.
Cancer. I couldn’t believe it. I think we were both in denial. Then the reality set in. My husband was diagnosed with testicular cancer.
I showed up at the hospital about thirty minutes later. I was so scared and did not know what to expect. I did not know if my father was dead, ...
My dad was diagnosed with severe blockage to three cardiac arteries. Unfortunately, he had been sick over the years and barely weighed 100 pounds. Additionally, they thought he might have tuberculosis, and had put him on a plethora of medications for this. We were all very worried he may not live until surgery to repair the arteries. As a result, myself and my siblings all jumped on a plane to go visit him.
he told us that she had passed away all of our hearts dropped. I remember us all bawling and
This event greatly affected me, both emotionally and physically. My dad was in the hospital in a lot of pain because he shattered the two most painful bones to break and I could not go see him because of my work schedule and because I had to watch my sister. Finally, after four long days I saw him. Even though he is my dad, I must say he was a mess. He could not move at all, and when he tried to he was in a lot of pain.
Death. Death is a touchy subject for most people. My story of death is on my grandpa. My grandpa died in 2013, I was 15. It wasn’t easy, it was very hard.
In the previous year’s leading up to my grandfather’s passing, no one except my mom and I realized that his health was deteriorating right before our eyes. His health started deteriorating about 2 years ago when he had taken a fall, broke a rib, and a knee, and had to live in a rehab center for
Dealing with the grief of a loved one is not an easy task. Only time can heal the pain of someone you’re used to be around is suddenly gone. When my uncle passed it was the first experience with death in which I was old enough to understand. Nobody really close to my family had passed away before, so I was unprepared with the pain and sadness that came with it. I also thought about it but I never really thought of something like this happening to me. I wish I had spent more time with my uncle, but I never thought about it because I never thought he would passing away so quickly. This is always why it is good for every day to show your family how much you love and appreciate them because you never know when their last day on earth is.
As usual I woke up to the sound of my father pounding on my bedroom door, hollering, “Get up! Get on your feet! You’re burning daylight!” I met my brother in the hallway, and we took our time making it down the stairs, still waking up from last night’s sleep. As we made our way to the kitchen, I thought about what to have for breakfast: fried eggs, pancakes, an omelet, or maybe just some cereal. I started to get hungry. As usual, mom and dad were waiting in the kitchen. Mom was ready to cook whatever we could all agree on, and dad was sitting at the table watching the news. The conversation went as usual, “Good morning.” “How are you today?”