Personal Narrative: My Diagnosis Of Breast Cancer

Life throws hundreds of miniscule challenges at you each and every day. Some help you grow, and some throw you two steps backwards.We may not know it at the time, but the ones that hurt you, end up making you stronger. I was faced with the biggest challenge of my life when I was seven years old, my mother's diagnosis of breast cancer, and I felt like God had abandoned my family. Like he had forgotten we had even existed, or did not want anything to do with us. Everyday we would pray, and it felt like our prayers were not being answered, although they were. There were also times when my mom would be stuck in the hospital for days on end, sometimes even weeks. But, it was all worth the constant treatments to finally hear the doctor say, “You …show more content…
He helped her remain strong and pushed her to keep fighting the battle. I was in second and third grade when my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer. Being so young, it was hard for me to comprehend how dangerous and fatal breast cancer really is during the early stages of her chemotherapy treatments. Then, as it progressed, I began to realize the severity of the situation. She was tired all the time and always felt sick. She continuously apologized for her not feeling well, and for me having to take care of her. Honestly, I loved playing “mom or doctor” when my dad was not around. It made me feel like i was helping, or “,making mommy feel better.” Throughout all that, I would pray every day for my mom.I felt as though God had forgotten, or given up on my mother and family. There were times when she was in the hospital and I knew she would have to stay for an excessive amount of time so I would pray even harder. At the time I did not believe it was working, with the few prayers I knew at the tender age I was. Little did I know, God was always by my side making me feeling better, helping me get through the hard times, and blessing me with laughter and happiness when the world around me seemed to be fully consumed by sorrow and loss. Although, there were also many instances when I felt like God was not there, standing over my family, keeping us safe and …show more content…
We both woke up early to make cake pops for all the other cancer patients. When they were done we put pink and white frosting on them and got ready to go. On the drive there we listened to upbeat music to pump us up for that amazing day. When we got to the hospital we radiated happiness and excitement to everyone around us. We took the elevator up to the floor and sat down in her chair to wait for wait for the nurse to come by. While we waited, a painter came by to paint beautiful landscapes for my mom. He painted a beach with a sunset that was absolutely divine. I can not seem to remember what else he painted, but I know for a fact they were exquisite. He was generous and gave them all to my mother for free, when originally he could have sold them for hundreds of dollars. Eventually, the nurse came by and inserted the IV into my mother's arm while I waited beside her. When the nurse began to draw blood I started to feel sick and woozy. Iran to the bathroom and threw up. But, soon after, my face began to have its color drawn back and I felt better. Needless to say I am horrible watching blood so I became sick. My mom made sure I was alright, and I was, but I felt terrible. I had gotten so sick over seeing one needle and yet my mom has to see over five a day and sometimes more. I could not believe how strong and fearless she was doing that each and everyday without complaining or giving up.