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Personal Narrative: Your Grandmother Has Cancer

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“Your grandmother has cancer.”, said the Nurse. I felt like the world paused for that second. My grandmother and I are very close. When my parents went out to work, she would always take care of my brother and I. She would help us do our laundry, dishes, and cook for us. When she was going through chemo, she didn’t live with us, instead, she was placed into a senior home. This led to my grades dropping. For a while, I was depressed, and couldn’t focus in school. I didn’t work on my homework nor studied for tests. Also, I didn’t feel like speaking to anyone and hid all my emotions inside me, including my parents. In front of people, I tried to act like I was fine and joyful, but I really wasn’t. Every time I visited my grandmother,

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