My childhood and my innocence came crashing down when my dad told me the worst sentence that I’ve ever heard in my life, “Your mom has cancer”. There is nothing, no amount of mental or physical pain you can inflict me with, that could compare to what I felt in that moment. My dad gave us the news after my mom was taken to the hospital in the middle night because she could not breathe. So while we were hoping for her to breathe safely, we get hit with an even worse situation. I was a mess.
I know that I pushed them away a bit when mom first passed, but then I tried to get close to them again and they didn’t like that very much. The only reason why I pushed them away was because I needed some space from the tragedy, and some time to recover. I honestly don’t get the point of being here if nobody likes me and mom was the only one that understood me. I drifted into a deep sleep thinking hard about this. My alarm clock went off at 5:30.
When my mother's dad passed away from a brain aneurysm it was very hard on her. She was very close with her father, and she loved him very much. She became lost, and slightly out of it for a few weeks it was a sad time ,and tough time for my family we were devastated. When this tragedy occurred in my family my mother flew to new york where he lived for the funeral, and so did the rest of the family. I realized then that no matter how busy the family was, when this happened we came together to console one another.
I knew something was wrong because I peeked outside and saw my dad outside on our deck in tears. I said “what’s wrong?” She said “Cannon, your grandfather passed away”. I burst into tears. It was already a rough time for me because about a month before that day, my great grandmother had passed away.
“I will miss everyone” were my last words before I get in the car, a sunday at 6:30 pm it was a very sad moment I didn 't have idea about when I was going to come again. The only thing I knew was that I was going to miss everyone and everything. But, I also knew that it was all for a better future and a better life. I left my country Dominican Republic and part of my family even though didn 't know when I was going to see them again.
January 11, 2013, I wake up to yelling, prayers, and crying. I walked into the kitchen where all the noises were coming from and I found my mother on the floor crying, talking on the phone with my godmother. My father was there by her side, trying hard not to cry while supporting his wife. I didn’t know what was happening, this was the first time I’ve seen my mom so vulnerable and broken. My parents didn’t tell me anything other than my grandmother was in critical condition at the hospital, but with god's help she would overcome this hard time.
When I was seven years old my great-grandma was dying, and she was in a lot of pain. A couple years ago she caught this disease that we had no idea about, so we went online and read all about it. It turned out that her cancer came back, however, my family thought that it could go away since it disappeared last time. The next week it got worse, so we took her to the doctors. The doctors said that she couldn 't get rid of her cancer, and that she didn 't have a lot if time to live.
My six word memoir is very self explanatory and purely honest. When someone close to you dies, I wouldn’t say it gets easier each year. But in fact it takes time to accept it. We can’t continue to have a mindset that repeats phrases like, “ What if?” or “ If only we could’ve done this…” We can’t go back change the natural occurrences of events. But what we can change is the here
1) Please share an experience of a traumatic event or dynamic that you, or someone else, experienced. Last year my uncle died of cancer. The past couple of years he has been battling cancer, it was tough to see him go but I’m glad he’s not suffering anymore.
When I was first diagnosed with Crohn’s Disease, an inflammatory bowel disease, I let the news negatively impact me. Overwhelmed with everything that was going on I started pushing myself away. Although I believed myself to be very unlucky, it was when instructing Liam, that I realized I should not be looking at the negatives, but rather, at the positives. Meeting someone else with a similar health related struggle has allowed me to look into my own life and understand more about myself. Being seen as fragile and different in my family affected my outlook.
My parents were trying (and failing) to calm my brother down, who was still crying uncontrollably, all sorts of feelings and emotions gushing out of him. Just moments ago, my dad had us sit down. I knew it was coming. It was the same way that he had us sit down for near-miss in the summer. “We’ve decided to go forward with moving to Kansas City.”
I was not able to attend my own father’s funeral, because I was multiple states away, still fighting for our freedom. I felt terrible that I could not make it, as he was the man you influenced me to come to war. He inspired me to fight for our country, just as he did when he turned 18. I am going through everything that he had gone through; watching death on a daily basis, no sleep or a short amount, training on long, hot days, everything. But the thought of making my dad proud was a feeling I would have forever.
Since I was young, I have been passionate about lending a hand, to a person I felt needed support and this passion helped shape what my future may hold. An event happened that has been instrumental in developing my character and guiding my choices ever since. It was a late summer night and it was almost midnight when my soccer game ended, After the game, I ran into the washroom because I was dying to ease myself. I took an excessive time and missed my ride home; they must have thought I had another ride home. My situation made me become bewildered at what to do next then, I thought to myself on giving my mother a call.