Time was falling short. As much as I wanted there to be, there was nothing I could do. I was only a child, but I knew what was bound to happen. Her disease filled the room, like a dark immense cloud. The once vibrant, loving woman I knew as my grandmother was slowly fading away. Cancer would quickly creep upon her and put up a fight. A fight she fought for many years, but would eventually lose. Being aware of suffering, made my desire stronger. This would be the first of many instances that would spark my hunger for healing. Like many other children, I constantly thought and changed my opinion on my future career; However, being able to help people was always my mindset. After the passing of my grandmother, I realized a part of myself
