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Granny survived through these hardships by staying strong and putting others before
My fourth day at Agape hospice I was the administrative of the day. When I was asked to be the administrative of the day I was nervous again. I was nervous because I was in charge of the office in the front. By being in charge of the front,I had the opportunity to work at the front desk by answer phone calls, and help assist the staffs. I was afraid of things going wrong and thing did went wrong.
Through serving others, I have come to realize that every person, regardless of one’s cultural background, has something to offer to the community. As an immigrant, I was quite hesitant about accepting new challenges. The fear of others’ judgment regarding my performance hindered my progress. However, through serving others in various capacities, I was able to interact and help people in my community, who themselves helped me overcome my fears. Whether helping patients at St. John Providence or assisting refugees at the American Red Cross, I was amazed as to how much my presence made a difference, especially for those who needed me to interpret for them.
Warm salty tears rolled down my melancholy face onto my black dress, as I spaced out at my white sandals my grandmother had bought me. The ten-year-old mindset was to gaze around the room at all the faces overtaken with grief, constantly asking myself "Why do bad things happen to good people?" As a child not knowing the answer to this question was hard to understand the point of this lesson in life that has been thrown at me. Not able to bring my grandmother back to life was absolutely painful to watch as she was lowered into her grave. In 1996, my grandmother, Teresa was diagnosed with lung cancer, and she took her last breath April 30th, 2010.
My aunt is still my mother’s best friend until this day. My mother and aunt were the true definition of “Ride or Dies.” Later that day, my mother asked, “Phillip are you okay?” I didn’t say anything, I just hugged her tight. My mother told my brother that my aunt passed away; he was so angry.
I too understand and can identify with what Klein stated regarding personal connections. My giving to the breast cancer was also a walk-a-thon. We were also offered jerseys as a group, which was participating as part of a huge breast cancer walk event, that takes place annually. I was happy to donate to such a cause, but unfortunately, I was not able to actually walk at the time of the event. The important thing was giving as much as I can afford to, and knowing that my portion can make a significant different tin the life of someone.
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.
Her mom and dad didn't talk much before her disease because they had separated and had too many problems. Once she was starting to get the effects of the disease her mom struggled a lot becoming very overprotective and her dad tries to do as much as he can for her. Her step dad supports her mom and does anything he can to help. Her boyfriend spent his time with her as he could and he never once left her side even when she was at her worst. Many of her family and friends came to see her in her month at the hospital and didn't even recognize her but supported her and helped her as much as they could.
The Side Effects Cancer was something that happened in my life that I did not see coming. No of course it was not me who was hit with the big C. This happened to my sister when I was in the 6th grade. This took a major change for me and it changed who I am today. My step-mom told me when we left walmart.
I wrote this essay because I wanted to know how my grandma's life influences mine, and I wanted my readers to know that even the differences could become one's inspiration and supports. At first, I had a hard time to pick a role model, because I had so many of them that I didn't know which one would be suitable to write about. However, after reading Raymond Carver, Mentor, I thought I could write about people who are close to me. For this reason, I chose my grandma. While I was writing this essay, what’s interesting was I realized that my grandma's life is completely different from mine.
Grandma took care of me when I was younger and was a huge part of my life. She was at every school event, extra curricular activity, and we saw each other everyday after school. Now my grandmother can not even
“Your grandma has cancer,” These four words were very difficult to swallow at a young age. Dealing with death so young can be very confusing and difficult to cope with. Not only is losing a family member tragic, but losing a family member who you cared so much about can really take a toll on your life. I know it took a toll on me when I lost my grandmother. It still does till this day.
The results came back. My eleven year old sister, my Riley had juvenile pilocytic astrocytoma. This is a rare type of childhood brain cancer. My gorgeous little sister with long brown hair, and beautiful blue eyes that anyone can get lost in might not have children, get married, or even wake up tomorrow morning. My mother and I started noticing that she was having trouble walking, seeing and she was throwing up.
I was nine years old when a strange lump formed on my left foot. I got it checked out and it turned out that it was a tumor. A tumor is a form of cancer. The real name for it was way too long for me to remember. The tumor was extremely sensitive I barely tapped it on a chair leg at Nick dennises house and my whole foot turned black and blue.
She is now recovered and is serving in the military, but she has scars from her past that will last a lifetime. I am eighteen and a senior in high school, and I was forced to grow up before my time. During thirteen years of my life we spent very poor or in an unstable household with my mother’s boyfriend, I kept good grades, never got in trouble with the law or at school, and never did drugs, I had baby-sitting jobs and when I turned sixteen, I got a job and held that job for two years. In my life I want more. To succeed I must give up who I am now to be who I want to be.
