Narrative Essay On Cancer

I have never dealt with the aspect of death very well. They say the loss of a loved one is always hard, but you will eventually stop hurting from their loss. It will be two years that you have been gone on October 28, two years that have gone by ever so slowly without your bright smile and shining face. Even though we lived 471.2 miles apart, you always stayed connected. Whether it would be through Facebook saying little things like “hey there beautiful” or “I miss you so much,” or calling my mom every day and never forgetting to take a minute to talk to my sister and I, about the most minute things. Those are the things that I miss the most about you; you never realize that the most simplest of things will do the most talking, until it’s too late. I will never forget the time that you first came to visit us, that was

Never in a million years would I expect him to have cancer, I was talking to him yesterday and he sounded perfectly fine. “That’s how cancer works,” he tells me that night when he calls, “It’s a silent, deadly process.” Of course I know how this works, I am fourteen now, much smarter, and can understand what the word “cancer” means. It’s quite ironic how I am currently reading The Fault In our Stars, I know what the word “cancer” means, it means saying goodbye. A goodbye that should not have to be made, a goodbye that will not be made. “You’re going to be fine,” I tell him because that is the only thing I know to say to give him hope.
Today, March 8, is the day of his first surgery to try to remove some of the tumor, he does very well. A majority of it is removed, but some could not be, “The remaining pieces of the tumor will have to be treated by radiation,” he tells me. “You know what that is, my smart cookie, don’t you.” I tell him I do, but will secretly look it up later, I don’t want to disappoint him, especially not now. I tell him every day to “stay