I was in fifth grade and went to Falcon Ridge Elementary School. I loved elementary school we got to do all the cool projects, my facorite was the chain reaction prodject and I liked to hang out all day with my firends. I liked everything about it. One night I came home and my mom said “Today we found out that your aunt has cancer” My first time hearing such bad news from my parents and I didn’t know what to do. I was towards the end of my fifth grade year. I was already worried about going into the middle school and when I found out about this I was overwhelmed. For a few weeks I was not doing very well in school and never wanted to go to school or anywhere else. When school was over and summer had just started my parents told me, “Your aunt is doing very good know and they found a treatment that works”, When we found out she was doing pretty good and that the doctors found a treatment that was working we were not super worried that made me feel good. I was able to calm down …show more content…
She was getting better and feeling good. This made everyone very happy. Within a year she was out of the hospital and she was cancer free. The family was very excited when we hard that. She would have to go to the hospital once a week for check ups but she got to go home. She was very happy to get out of the hospital. She was cancer free for six months and everyone thought she was going to make a full recovery. When she went into one of her check ups they found a small amount of cancer but they said they found it very early and that they hope to be able to take care of it. This hit the family pretty hard because we all thought she was doing really good. We just didn’t understand how it could come back after all this time. She just kept getting worse and she never started to feel better. She kept getting worse and after almost a year she
6th grade was not all that bad. That is before the incident however. Going to school was fun for the most part, the classes were difficult, friends were plenteous, and the food was good. Life at Lancaster Country Day School was swell, again, before the incident. Now, said issue somewhat killed my image at the school and saved it at the same time; it also made me question others. Were my friends really my friends? Or did they use me to as a sick and twisted way to formulate drama? I had a friend. I had many friends really, I was friends with the whole 50 people in my grade. But this friend, this friend was different. Her name Mady Gosselin. Yes, the Mady Gosselin from Kate Plus 8. We had been close, I talked to her almost every day. However,
My middle school years were fabulous. I had great memories of that time. I remembered that during that time my father continued with his education. He went back to school to become a teacher. He pursued his dream to have better opportunities in life and he started working as a teacher, but unfortunately the department of education sent him far away from home to work. I remembered that he left on Mondays and then came back home Fridays. My mother recalled that at that time she continued working in the farm because the money that they paid my father as a teacher was not enough to sustain our family. My mother is a woman who grew up working since she was a child. She always told me that her father dropped her from school when she was around nine years old because he wanted her to help him
A few months ago, she was diagnosed with leukemia and has been receiving Chemotherapy. The doctors have confessed that the Chemo has not had any impact, and found a donor match for a bone marrow transplant.
It seemed like it would make her die, just speaking it. So I didn't tell anyone, not even my best friends. At school I would slip into a fantastical dreamland, nobody there knew that I should be troubled, pensive. I put on my best front and paraded around the school halls with some sort of smile plastered on my face. At lunchtime I'd stare at my food thinking that my friends should know. I thought of a million different ways to tell them. Each time that I came close to telling them, I would think about their potential reactions. There would be the normal lunchtime banter going on, complaints about the ranch dressing, and I would blurt out, "Hey guys, my mom has breast cancer." The whole cafeteria would turn silent and the plastic forks would drop from their hands, making a sad little clinking noise. Then I would stare at my food mentally kicking myself for having opened my mouth. I chose to say nothing. I remember very clearly the day that I went to go sit with her while she got her chemotherapy. I only did this once because it was too hard for me. I walked down an overly-lit sterile hallway trailing behind my dad. When we reached her room I wished that I could just keep walking, pretend I hadn't seen her. I went in and sat down. Her shirt was partially unbuttoned so that the IV could be inserted into the porto-cath surgically implanted under her collarbone. She was hooked up to three different kinds of poisons, and one normal IV. There were some knitting things spread across her lap and the ever present bag of lemon drops was faithfully at her side. Her head was laid back in the chair, she was tired. She and my dad tried to involve me in some nice chit-chat, I met and shook hands with the doctors and nurses, "It's nice to meet you Dr. McCoy." Yeah right. They complimented her on what a beautiful daughter she had. I blushed, smiled politely then excused myself to the bathroom. I wiped away my forming tears and gave myself a mental pep talk to be cheery. As long as I didn't look at her tired eyes I was OK. Half an hour later, she was done and we got to go home.
From the moment we got her home I was a nervous wreck. I cried all the time and I was convinced I was doing everything wrong and something horrible was going to happen to our daughter. People around me would joke that I just had baby blues and it would all be better soon. After
In December of 2010, my grandmother was diagnosed with a severe case of Mesothelioma. This news was incredibly overwhelming for my family because the oncologist said that the cancer had proliferated, and there was not much he could actually do. Later on, we found out she only had three more month to live. My grandma underwent chemotherapy for almost two months, but her condition worsened significantly. The oncologist demanded how her treatment plan would carry on, and never offered my grandma any choices. I wondered why my grandma was getting worse as the days went by. My fam...
Living our busy lives no one else in the family could travel to Houston. Grandma was a strong woman. She could overcome anything and cancer was not going to defeat her. When she arrived at the hospital the doctors took a cat scan and figured out that she had stage four melanoma skin cancer. While my mother and grandma were at M.D. Anderson I was at home living a normal life just starting my first high school basketball season. Every night I worried about how she was doing not thinking about my school work or my athletics. A couple weeks later I called grandma and asked her how she was doing and she assured me that everything was going to be okay and that I should not worry about her. That’s how she lived. She never put herself first in any situation and family and friends were her main focus. Grandma would do anything to make her grandkids happy. I told my grandma I loved her and hung up the phone. The next day at school I looked up the percentage of people killed by melanoma skin cancer and the results were not good. One person dies of melanoma every 54 minutes. When I got home that evening I told my dad that I needed to be in Houston with my grandma. He said he didn’t think that he could make it happen with his busy schedule. I called my mom upset realizing that
A cancer diagnosis can significantly change your life and the lives of your family in various ways. Hearing the news “you’ve been diagnosed with cancer” leave patients and their families in a whirlwind of emotions. The initial shock of this diagnosis leaves feelings of sadness, denial, frustration, confusion, fear, anger, and often times the “why me?” feeling. Thoughts start going through your head regarding how this affects yourself, your family, and your everyday life.
She’s been struggling everyday of her life for the past 10 years; battling and fighting this horrible disease has made it hard on her and her family. The cancer has now metastasized, making it difficult for her to take care of everyday responsibilities and participate in daily activities. Her 13-year-old daughter is watching as her mother suffers and becomes brittle and weak.
I was in 5th grade I was nine and my Grandfather died. I knew what that
I, Brianna Felgoise have made it through these long and eventful three years of middle school. Throughout these years i've learned a lot of things about myself that I did not know before. Looking back from the day I first walked through the doors to this building to now, just about time for me to walk out. So much has changed and I am realizing my growth both physically and mentally. Throughout this long journey I have found myself testing my limits and lengthening my boundaries. Much has been achieved. So far I am very proud.
I missed a lot of school and was unable to attend school. It turned out to be a neurological tick. I was always coughing could hardly move without coughing, sore throat, just felt really horrible. It took multiple doctors to examine me and no one could figure it out. Finally an immunologist figured it out the issue. It took almost a whole year for me to get better. I was constantly at home but I also spent some time in the National Jewish hospital. This was hard for my mom she was distraught over this issue. Not only did she have her health issues but she was taking care of my health issues. On top of the health issues we had issues with the school accepting that I was unable to come to school. They would threaten us with the truancy officers but my condition couldn’t be helped at the time until the treatment was completed. The treatments sucked and having a year taken from me sucked more than anything. I just kept thinking like this is so stupid what teenager has this happen to them. All I did was thinking of what I would do when I was better. I kept stressing myself out as well not being able to get out of the house and do what I needed or to know I was a year behind in school because of this stupid coughing tick. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen, I just had to live day by day and hope that my life and health would bet
She began to suffer from hair and weight loss as well as the color change of her skin. My mind began to intersect with thoughts of her dying from cancer. I decided negativity would no longer control my thoughts; I had a grandmother who needed me to be strong and think positive about her condition, regardless of the situation and her physical changes. During the time of my grandmother chemotherapy treatments, I would miss school to attend her appointments. As a sophomore in high school, I could only miss a small amount of days before any negative effects displayed toward my grades. Therefore, I would miss school every Tuesday and Thursday for the next four months of my first semester of tenth grade. I didn’t mind because my grandmother meant the world to me and I would have done it a thousand times, if I was given the
My mother took me to school on my first day. Mother had been telling me for weeks prior to the big day how wonderful school was going to be, so I was dutifully excited. She failed to mention that she was going to leave me with seventeen little strangers and one large lady. The large lady seemed to think that she was in control. I later learned that she was the teacher. She was trying to explain to Mother that I was not eligible to attend first grade because I would not be six until November of the following year. My mother was having none of that. She wanted me out of the house and into school and she did not care what the rules were.
Around the age of 6 my mom was hospitalized because she had extreme headaches, and that’s when she found out she had a tumor in her brain. She kept this a secret from me because she didn’t want to see me suffer more than what I already was. About a week after she found out the news of her tumor, my mom was obligated to tell me because she had to go to Florida to get surgery, since the hospitals in Peru did not have the proper equipment to do this surgery. After my mother broke the news to me, we both started crying. I did not know much about tumors, but I did know that it was a life threatening disease. The next day my mom and I went to the doctor to find out what procedure she should take to not put her life at risk. In that same appointment, we found out the pricy amount of the surgery. With my mom’s salary and all of our expenses, it was going to be impossible to pay for the operation, and my mom had to make the tough decision to postpone