Personal Narrative: My Mother's Colon Cancer

He paces the floor while his hands shaking a nerve wrecking tune with the keys inside his pockets. His head seemed heavy for him since I watched the difficulty it had to look up at my mother, my sister and I. When his neck finally remains up, the contention pour out of his mouth: “ W-we don't know what happened… We're sorry… its Colon Cancer this time”. The confrontational speech of the doctors discussing my mother's condition, I didn't think about nothing else nevertheless to take care of her. This encountering consumed my sophomore and junior year caring after her. Everyday felt as Is 10 tons were drowning me to the both suffocating and dark bottoms of the ocean. Setting up alarm clocks throughout the night to check up on her, translating what the doctors would say during her appointments, cleaning her throw up after. …show more content…
radiation and chemo. Within that month, life decided that the role of responsibility would be reciprocated. Brought into this world by your mother, she will undeniably be there to take care after you, through sickness and health, including day after day, giving shots in each of her legs. Including keeping her stoma, both healthy and clean due to risks of infections. A stoma is an opening in the abdomen were bowels inserts into a bag that fits over it with a slight uncomfortable scent that i'm accustomed to now. Although she had an in-home nurse to keep up to date with her health, I was there with my sister doing everything. The involvement was like a knife cutting me deep as I couldn't sleep night even when I had stop giving them to her. Nightmares that it wouldn't be the cancer that would harm her, but doing the procedures or shots