It was a cold, dark day in Utica, New York. The sky was a gloomy grey color and there was no sunshine to be seen for miles around. My mother and I were going to visit my grandmother for the third time that week. As we walked in the hospital, the scents of freshly brewed coffee and old flowers hit us like a brick wall. The inside of this building had become so familiar over the past two months, it did not come to shock anymore when an older woman ran screaming by, or a small child was crying because they had broken an arm or leg.
My grandmother was first diagnosed with breast cancer in early 2006. She was a strong, independent, italian woman who, far too often, spoke with her hands and slobbered a kiss upon one’s cheek. She had beaten cancer …show more content…
Doctors, nurses, and specialists quickly filled the room, surrounding us. A kind nurse pulled me out of the room attempting to console me. What felt like an eternity of a few minutes passed and I saw my mother walk out of the room. Her eyes were down, hands shaking, and her movements were slow and careful, as if she was worried about disturbing whatever peace may lie before her. It was in this moment, I knew. The cancer had won this time.
My grandmother had fought an incredible fight, but God had other plans for her. Her beautiful, gentle soul had been lifted out of her body so that she was no longer suffering. My family knew she was at peace now. I was too young to fully understand the situation, but looking back, there are many things I regret not doing with her. Stories that I long to hear, and visits that I wish I had paid. Seven years have passed and there are still so many questions left unanswered, and words left unsaid. My grandmother was taken far too soon by the hands of a crippling, unforgiving disease. However, her spirit remains strong through our family. I miss her cooking, her hugs, even the smell of her perfume. I notice every once in awhile a stroke of luck, or a glimmer of sunshine out the window. Almost as if she is pointing down at me saying, “keep going”. I truly believe she is my guardian
My grandmother was first diagnosed with breast cancer in early 2006. She was a strong, independent, italian woman who, far too often, spoke with her hands and slobbered a kiss upon one’s cheek. She had beaten cancer …show more content…
Doctors, nurses, and specialists quickly filled the room, surrounding us. A kind nurse pulled me out of the room attempting to console me. What felt like an eternity of a few minutes passed and I saw my mother walk out of the room. Her eyes were down, hands shaking, and her movements were slow and careful, as if she was worried about disturbing whatever peace may lie before her. It was in this moment, I knew. The cancer had won this time.
My grandmother had fought an incredible fight, but God had other plans for her. Her beautiful, gentle soul had been lifted out of her body so that she was no longer suffering. My family knew she was at peace now. I was too young to fully understand the situation, but looking back, there are many things I regret not doing with her. Stories that I long to hear, and visits that I wish I had paid. Seven years have passed and there are still so many questions left unanswered, and words left unsaid. My grandmother was taken far too soon by the hands of a crippling, unforgiving disease. However, her spirit remains strong through our family. I miss her cooking, her hugs, even the smell of her perfume. I notice every once in awhile a stroke of luck, or a glimmer of sunshine out the window. Almost as if she is pointing down at me saying, “keep going”. I truly believe she is my guardian