How Cancer Changed My Life

Everyone’s life ceases at one point, but hers happened way too soon. Death came upon her like rain comes to a beach on a cloudless day. Almost as if life was on the fastest train ever that would not stop. Her life was taken. She was my grandma, the women who held me when I was frail, she was my sculptor. Her death caused many people's heart to shatter. My grandmother was sick, sick as in cancer. Cancer, the thing that tackles someone who is most needed in this world. Cancer is the uncontrollable division of cells, just like it divides cells, it divided my grandmother from me. I can remember the night before she deceased, I remember the day she went home with the Lord, but especially I remember the years without her by my side. The air was thick, the windows had a glass of fog laid on their top, and the room was filled with silence. We knew the news that we were going to receive, chemotherapy was our only option. The doctors would insert a permanent IV inside of her chest. It was not as dreading as expected, it was better than we could imagine. They gave us a few moments to think if this was what we wanted, we pretended like we needed these moments, however, in reality it was unquestionable. The doctors went ahead and put …show more content…
As we waited for some type of news, the people surrounding us slowly moved on with life, they left. We were the only ones left, soon my grandmother would leave too. Finally, we got news that they were transporting her to a room for goodbyes. “Code blue for room 720.” That was it, my heart sank, tears filled my eyes, and nothing but screams flowed out of my mouth. I sank to the floor in middle of the hallway and my heart screamed for help. It was beating out of my chest, I was shaking intensely. I began kicking and screaming like a child having a tantrum. I laid on the floor and cried out to God to bring life into her body. God never let me down until that