Personal Narrative Analysis

A little stuffed brown bear named Patches is the first image that comes to mind when I reflect on my life. The bear had tags attached to a blue jean pocket with the words happy, sad, excited, anxious, hopeful, etc. I was expected to change the emotions of the bear to match how I felt each day, but this quickly became one my biggest stressors. I didn’t want to display to the world when I felt pessimistic and bitter because it showed signs of fragility and weakness. One day I lost the tag that read the word “hopeful” on it, and my seven year old self thought I was now incapable of ever hoping for a better life. I didn’t physically have hope in the palm of my hand anymore or even have the feeling of hope very strongly in my heart, but I soon realized that hope was all around me. For me, hope was hidden inside the genuine children I met during my journey. It was in the painted skies I gazed outside of my hospital window as the sun was setting. I eagerly hoped for a better tomorrow and what the future had in store. …show more content…
I was diagnosed with a childhood cancer named Rhabdomyosarcoma (and trust me, the cancer was just as intimidating as the word). Nearly every day I was stabbed with needles, but this was nothing compared to the stab in the heart that came with the news. I frequently asked myself: Is it something I did? Maybe something I ate? Is it because I didn’t go to practice? My long, brown hair transformed into a bald scalp within a month. The healthy, strong body I once had was soft and brittle, looking to snap at any minute. Since then, my aspirations and daily activities have been in a constant footrace with my diagnosis, but I won’t be easily