Personal Narrative: I M Sorry, It's Cancer

“I’m sorry, it’s cancer,” a phrase too many in my family have heard. From such a young age, I learned of its horrendous repercussions. My cousin was diagnosed with Leukemia when she was only three years old, cursed to never experience a normal childhood. She traded Barbie dolls and plastic playsets for IV needles and chemotherapy. I learned from her how to be strong no matter what curveballs are thrown. Too many simple tasks are taken for granted, but they can be easily snatched away when cancer strikes.
Nonetheless, the list continues because at seven years old my grandfather, whom I called Pop-pop, suffered from prostate cancer. He fought his battle for one year and I witnessed a slow, brutal transformation. He lost his hair, eyelashes, eyebrows; pieces of a person I thought you could never lose. A prominent man in my life slowly deteriorated into a mere ghostly figure. The chemo drained him. I recall once when I slept over my grandparents house to help my grandma take care of him. He had no appetite and was unable to hold a fork without dropping all the food back …show more content…
Once a caregiver, now a victim of the silent monster trying to steal her life. She suffered from stage four squamous cell carcinoma, which metastasized to her brain. Before cancer, she was an independent, strong-willed woman who loved card games and gambling. Every Saturday she played poker with a few of her friends, even though they were never big spenders. After cancer though, her seat at the table remained empty, unable to comprehend the complexity of the games. I lost someone who meant the world to me. There was no heads-up, nor could my parents fix this destruction. It was a devastating loss for my family. Someone who had been there for all my major accomplishments was gone. She will never see me graduate high school, attend college, or get married. These major milestones will always have a missing piece to