Dealing with the death of a loved one can be an emotionally difficult experience, but by effectively dealing with the grief, I was able to successfully recover and move on. Two years ago, my family and I got the horrendous news that my aunt, who raised my mom, had passed away after a long journey of lung failure. It was truly a tough burden for all of us to endure. To begin with, I mourned over the loss for such a long stretch of time. I would frequently be recollecting all of the memories and unforgettable times that we had together.
When my great grandma died I was very sad, but her death brought out all the memories me and my family had with her. Opening Christmas presents, celebrating her 100th birthday, and visiting her at her home. Those were all such great memories. It made me sad to think she was gone, but she made me appreciate the more time I have with my family. Time is
The medical field has always been interesting to me since I was a child and the thought of saving a life astonishes me. My passion for medicine has developed as I grew older, especially when my Grandmother was diagnosed with Triple Negative Breast Cancer. In 2015, my grandmother was diagnosed with this type of cancer, and we later found out that it spread to her liver and her spine. Her liver was covered with Mets and therefore was classified as stage 4. Her cancer was very aggressive and was extremely hard to control. The doctors tried many types of chemotherapy that physically affected her, but the effect was never positive. I researched her condition and types of treatments for months until I realized there was no solution that her oncologists
Her passing was a major loss because she was the only person that really loved me she taught me how to cook, we went fishing and we always attended church due to her spiritual beliefs in the lord. Foremost, she taught me how to pray and read the bible. Lastly, we took care of family member’s children and I took care of her in reality and the family member’s children at a young age. She needed me there because she was overweight and had a considerable health issues besides her heart.
It is January of 2005, and I am on my way to Columbus for my first chemotherapy. I was diagnosed with breast cancer in October of last year. My two sons, Jeff and Jason are coming along with me. Jeff is driving, Jason is in the passenger seat and I 'm in the back seat of Jeff’s 2002 GMC Envoy. I glance out the window and watch as we pass the Shoe. It was chilly and the winds were powerful on this winter day, snow was covering the trees and the ground, it was a beautiful sight of a winter wonderland. We are on our way to the James Center, where I 'm receiving my treatment.
Okay, everyone gets sick, that is just a part of being human. As my mother continued to explain, she mentioned that my father will be starting chemotherapy this week to treat his lymphoma. As any teenage boy would do, I acted as though I was strong and unaffected, when in reality, I was confused. I’ve always heard about chemotherapy and other treatments, but
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 had a comparable experience to this in the absence of my grandma after she fought a chronic illness for 12
I watched my mother fade away slowly as she was battling pancreatic cancer. I looked after her everyday as best as I could; however, the feeling of my eventual solitude was unbearable. The thought of my mother’s imminent demise made me feel like my heart was being continuously stabbed. Watching my mother suffer was one of the hardest things I have ever had to go through. After her passing; something changed in me, darkness filled where love once was.
Death is the hardest thing to get over especially if it’s your family members. In the course of my life, I’ve had four people passed away. My mother 's dad and my father 's two brothers and sister died. I really didn 't know much about my dad 's sister but, she died from a brain aneurysm. My dad and his siblings always said how pretty and smart their older sister was.
Everyone had the same pain I had--losing a great person. Outside, the rain pattered lightly down as if it were my tears on my face. Like my grandmother’s last few breaths, I huffed and puffed profusely at my grandmother’s funeral; the clouds gathered. The bright flashes of lightning crashed down on Earth as I yelled at my withered-looking grandmother. And thunder diluted the “sorry for your losses”, “it’ll get betters”, and “you’ll get through these.”
They were there by my side, and many of them understood my pain because they have once lost a grandparent in their life before, they would tell me that the pain would pass by soon, and that life keeps going. At school I piled myself with work from classes I knew I would get distracted I was able to forget my pain. With my grandmother’s passing I saw my future in helping others, and working on the medical field as a nurse. I know you can’t save everyone, but I would like to help them, and make their pain go away, or at least treat them until their final days.
After my grandmother’s sister died about 2 years ago, I started calling and visiting my grandmother a little more because I realized that she is not going to be here forever. While I can agree that aging is fabulous, I just want to cherish the time that I have with her. My grandmother’s advice to young people really makes my emotional. Out of all of her children and grandchildren, I will be the first to graduate college. It is amazing to think about how I have the opportunity to graduate college and my grandmother never graduated high school and learned to read at the age of 50.
He spoke with joy, remembering her and the person she was. Each one of us joined in, slowly rising from our seats, also sharing memories of my grandmother, their mother, his sister, her friend. Tender tears rolled off our cheeks and small smiles stretched across our
Losing someone you love dearly is one of the hardest things anyone can go through. Sometimes it hurts so bad that you may yourself, “What’s the point of being here anymore?” I ask myself that question all the time, ever since my Grandmother passed away. April 22nd, 2016, was a very emotional experience for my family and me. The day started off like any other day for us.