Memoir My Grandma’s name was Joann Hassel she was a woman who loved her family and she touched every one’s life that she met. Grandma loved to bake, make and paint ceramics, watch her grandkids play sports, and tell stories. She used to tell stories all the time and to every one she knew and I’m going to tell you her final story. October 26th 2016, was the day my grandma was diagnosed with bile duct cancer. Bile duct cancer, also called cholangiocarcinoma, is a cancer in the tubes that brings the digestive fluid bile though the liver to the small intestine. About 8,000 people in the United States are diagnosed with bile duct cancer each year. This type of cancer is also a terminal cancer or a cancer that cannot be treated. On October 26th, I got a call from my mom saying, “Your grandma is in the hospital.” when I heard that news I was confused.
“Well what is wrong?” I asked.
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I could tell there was so much pain in her eyes, as there was in mine also.
Grandma got released from the hospital on November 9th. Upon being released she moved into my mom’s house. She did not like the idea she always use to say “If I can’t take care of myself put me in a nursing home.”
During the month of November we had many great times. There was one night where she wanted to have a fire. So, we had the biggest fire that I have been a part of. The fire started out as just a little one. Then, she wanted me to put on a pallet, and one pallet turned in to about five pallets that lit up the sky and the smile on her face lit up my heart.
When we got back inside we had a great conversation I told her, “Thank you grandma.”
She answered with a confused look, “Thank you for what?”
“Thank you for everything. All the memories, the trips, fires, and for all the stories.”
With tear filled eyes she said, “You mean the world to me, and all I ever wanted was to live long enough for you to be able to handle
“Well what is wrong?” I asked.
“Your sister …show more content…
I could tell there was so much pain in her eyes, as there was in mine also.
Grandma got released from the hospital on November 9th. Upon being released she moved into my mom’s house. She did not like the idea she always use to say “If I can’t take care of myself put me in a nursing home.”
During the month of November we had many great times. There was one night where she wanted to have a fire. So, we had the biggest fire that I have been a part of. The fire started out as just a little one. Then, she wanted me to put on a pallet, and one pallet turned in to about five pallets that lit up the sky and the smile on her face lit up my heart.
When we got back inside we had a great conversation I told her, “Thank you grandma.”
She answered with a confused look, “Thank you for what?”
“Thank you for everything. All the memories, the trips, fires, and for all the stories.”
With tear filled eyes she said, “You mean the world to me, and all I ever wanted was to live long enough for you to be able to handle