"You have cancer,"
I’ve been alive for eighteen years, and I’ve been talking for almost seventeen years. Each of these words have been said around me millions of times, but I never thought that I would hear the three of them together. My knuckles were white, and my head was spinning. feeling like the doctor had knocked the wind out of me, I felt my lunch coming back up. Terrified, I sat and listened as the oncologist spoke. Distantly, I heard his voice, however, there was only one word that was booming over and over again in my skull, taunting me. That word, was cancer.
There was a tumour inside me. It was in my brain, and if I didn’t stop it, I would die. After the doctor said that I had a tumour, I promise you that I could feel it. Calmly, my options were explained to me: I can fight it, or run from it. Of course, my oncologist wanted me to be treated, and explained how chemotherapy, radiotherapy, or surgery could help me.
Physically, I might have been in the office, but in my mind I was a thousand miles away. I had just graduated from high school two months ago, and had my eighteenth birthday a week ago. Sitting there, I was ready to go away to my dream university, but my future was just out of my reach. I wanted to go to university and become a physiotherapist so that I could help people. I wanted to make new
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I had heard all of the stories about fighting cancer, and I knew about the physical and emotional toll that it would have on me. My doctor told me that if I were to receive chemotherapy or radiotherapy, I would have a seventeen percent chance of survival for ten years. To me, those odds are quite low, but they are still a chance at life. I would have a chance to live out my dreams, and an opportunity to see my brother get married. I wanted to see these things happen, but I didn’t want to be in too much pain to clap at my brother’s wedding and to not be able to leave the province for university. That just wouldn’t be a life that I could or would
After we got back from the ER we received some blood from a Nurse that came to drop off some blood from a boy that was fifteen years old. The nurse said to the girls that the boy’s cancer had spread
Almost every individual has had an experience where they or someone they know have battled a disease. No matter what the disease is, the patient typically is associated with negativity; however, in this memoir by Suleiki Jaouad, the author places a different view on cancer. Suleiki Jaouad developed (AML) acute myeloid leukemia, due to a bone marrow disorder, at the age of twenty two. Throughout her story, Jaouad discusses the impacts of developing cancer and how she coped with her disease. Her most precious asset was her long, wavy hair, and she knew once she began her chemotherapy treatments that she would not be able to keep her long hair.
The author of the story introduces a young girl named Rachel who was diagnosed with Leukemia, a cancer of the blood. She immediately starts chemotherapy in hopes of surviving this deadly disease but is soon faced with the harsh reality that she will soon die. Rachel made the hard choice to stop treatment and let her body run its course. “By the way, when someone stops cancer treatment and you point out that this is a decision to die, everyone freaks out at you”(Andrews 244). Rachel’s choice to allow death is a choice that the audience can’t begin to understand.
How would it feel having life being shortened to an extent of time? There is nothing to do about it. There is no cure. There is no turning back. If having long term family issues isn’t worse enough, Jane Wilson discovered that she has been diagnosed with Multiple Myeloma.
Can you imagine going through long battle with a disease only to be told that you have only 6 more months to live. All of these thoughts and questions start running through your head and you feel like you’re dreaming or having some sort of out of body experience. Being diagnosed with a terminal illness is unimaginable, emotional and physically trying. Cancer is the number one leading cause of terminal death in the United States, to put that into a better perspective one out of every four deaths is cancer related. That’s about 564,000 deaths annually and 1,500 deaths per day.
I grew up in a Christian Science household, meaning we did not use medical care for almost any reason. At the age of eight, my mother got very ill. At the time, my brother and I were not told the cause of her illness or the seriousness of her condition, all we were told is that one day she wouldn’t be sick anymore. For the next two years she became increasingly more ill and frail until she eventually passed away. I didn’t really understand at the time what exactly had happened especially since I was always told she would be getting better one day.
After hours of waiting in a cold hospital room you get the answer no parent should ever here. You are told that your child has cancer. They say that there isn 't much they can do, but they can try Chemotherapy. After months of intense chemotherapy and pain for your child….. He is incapable of taking the pain.
Dealing with cancer, whether your patient or onlooker, is an emotional uphill climb. My grandmother gritted her teeth, put on her climbing spikes, and made the journey. My grandmother has always been a loyal follower of God and she still kept her faith. She did not harbor any ill toward God or feel bitter about her horrible illness. It astounded me how strong my grandmother was during that time.
It is important to take care of the people around you. You may never know when the last time you see them will be. The essay “Before I go” by Paul Kalanithi is about a neurosurgeon. During the six years of doing his job he had a few symptoms like weight loss, fevers, night sweats, back pain. He then found out he has metastatic lung cancer.
It all happened so quickly. I was just driving into Clermont. And it happened. Another car collided with mine. There I was, realizing the trouble I had gotten in, when all of a sudden I was pained and bleeding.
and I don’t see remission in my future. I worry what the future holds and where I will be in 10 years. How will I take care of myself. Who will I have when my parents are no longer around? Taking life one day at a time is all I can do and that is scary in and of itself.
Participants noted the change in touch from their family and friends prior to diagnosis of their cancer. Some participants found comfort in the changes and some did not. Many participant’s noted a struggle between craving normalcy and familiarity from loved ones and still wanting to feel love and support. One participant reported not letting his mother touch him when he was gravely ill. Another participant noted that her family, particularly her mother and daughter, began to distance themselves from her after her diagnosis.
I’m seventeen years old and I’m the only child to my loving and smothering parents. I was thirteen when I was diagnosed with Stage IV thyroid cancer. When I was fourteen, I was in the hospital for pneumonia. Shortly after being admitted, fluid started to fill my lungs and I couldn’t breathe. That was the worst feeling in the world, or so I thought.
The survival rate for lung cancer was only 54%, but if it wasn’t detected early, the survival rate was 4%. I was starting to tear up, but didn’t want Rose to see me cry. So I hid my face in a
In general, when everything that someone affected by cancer endures such as treatment, financial costs, loss of loved ones, physical alterations, and so much more, is accounted for, one realizes just how strong they really are and one may start to understand why they feel as if the odds are not in their