My Experience With Cancer

It all started when I was in the third grade. I came home from school, did my homework, and was playing outside just like any average day. Then I got a phone call from my most favorite person in the world, my grandma. I knew something was wrong, she sounded a little odd. She told me “Heaven, I want you to sit down, grandma has some bad news she has to tell you.. I have cancer.” Me, being a little third grader, knew very little about cancer, but let me tell you, I was about to learn a lot in four years after that phone call. Did you know, someone that is doing chemo therapy loses all of their hair? Neither did I, until I went to my grandma’s house the next time. With her living in the cities and me up north I didn’t get to spend as much time …show more content…
This was when I began hating cancer more and more. I learned to adapt, like playing with my dollies on the table instead of the floor like we usually did. She wanted to play with me as much as she could, but even I could see that she just didn’t have the energy anymore. I stopped asking to play dollies the day that she told me we could play on the floor. Everything started out just fine, but when she went to get up, she was really struggling. She had to wait there until my grandpa got home. I decided from then on, I would ask her to watch movies, or even play board games, knowing if I asked her to play dollies she would be to stubborn to do it on the …show more content…
It was my grandpa, “Heaven, do you think you can make it down here right away? Grandmas in the ICU, they don’t think she will make it through the night..” I was absolutely devastated. I was numb with anger, pain, and sadness. I did not stop crying the whole five hours it took me to get to the hospital. I was all cried out. I physically could not cry anymore. It killed me seeing my grandma, tiny and pale, connected to all of these machines that were keeping her alive. I was at the hospital for twelve hours, the whole time right next to my grandma, talking to her, even though she was not conscious, and I knew she couldn’t talk back to me. In this moment, I thought about all of the good times we have had together, all of the fun, and all of the memories that I would cherish for the rest of my life. I thanked her for everything that she had done for me, everything that she had opened my eyes to. She didn’t make the night, the doctors were right this time. As much as it pained me, I welcomed her death, knowing that it would put her out of her misery. I now understand a lot more than I ever have. Live for the moment, enjoy life while you can, there is always that possibility that something could happen, and change life as you know