Narrative Essay On My Scar

I am sure that everyone has had a scar or wound from their childhood memory that has taught them a lesson or something. You might have one from falling off a bike or getting hit by a ball or something of that nature. Some people could probably show their scars and tell you their story concerning it. I could tell you my story, but I do not have a scar to show you. My scar is a deep scar. It is one of those scars that live deep within you. Some can be healed, and others just can’t. In 2011, my whole life was changed completely. It was my freshman year of high school at PHS (Prescott High School). I came home from school early one day and noticed my mother had this Sunday through Saturday pill container sitting on her dresser. All seven slots …show more content…
From the first day she found out all the times she had to miss work and up until all the doctor appointments. It took her time to just come right out and say it. My mother and I were very close, and we still are close. I remember her taking a deep breath before dropping the news on me. “I was diagnosed with bone, lung, and liver cancer a couple of months ago,” she stated. Everything started racing through my mind. I was so upset that she had hidden it from me for months. I went speechless. She grabbed me and held me close as I cried. She had cervical cancer two years before that and barely beat it. All I was thinking about was what was going to happen this time. Months went by and she started to get sicker. We had no choice but to tell my other brothers and sisters what was going on. My younger brother and sister did not understand it …show more content…
On June 15, 2012, my mother rose up and asked me to get her out of bed. I was so confused. She looked so healthy and she looked like she had never even had cancer in the first place. I was shocked. “Are you sure you want to get out of bed momma?” I had asked her. “Yes, I am sure.” She answered back. Grabbing my arm, she said quietly, “I am so proud and thankful for everything that you have done for me. You took care of me as if I was your child. Now, it is your turn to become a mother.” I never understood what that actually meant until the whole family was in the living room about 2:46 p.m. that evening. Everyone was standing around and they were so happy to see her smiling again. She had started laughing and clapping her hands as she looked up at the sky. “What is so funny? What are you smiling at?” I asked her. “Beautiful things have arrived.” She answered with the biggest smile on her face. Grabbing my hand tight, she looked me in my eyes and said, “I will always love you and I will always be here for you no matter what happens.” “I love you too momma.” I answered back. And right then, she laid her head back on my chest and took her last breath. My eyes went big and wide. I felt my heart burst into the floor. I as officially