Cancer
Cancer was never real to me when I was younger. My grandma had cancer and had to get treatments for it but I didn’t see it up close since I was so young. So in my young mind, cancer was like a game that you could beat. To win against cancer I assumed you just had to shave your head and get chemotherapy treatment. I never really comprehended all of the intricate details involved with treatment. I didn’t see the pain and sickness associated with it. I didn’t see what the big deal about it was. I didn’t understand cancer, even after my dad was diagnosed. When I was really young I vaguely remember visiting my grandmother in the hospital. But I didn’t understand the urgency of our visits or the thin line that she was walking. In my eyes it was just a fun time with my cousins, I didn’t see the pain in my grandmother’s eyes at the time. My grandma eventually passed away due to cancer, but I didn’t realize that cancer was the cause. I was young and I just thought it was her time to go. Every time I had seen her she somehow put on a façade that she was okay, and I believed it. This façade was kept up by my father who was diagnosed with cancer my freshman year of high school. I understood …show more content…
It was my dad and he had bad news. His latest scans at the hospital had seen another spot on some of his lymph nodes, and it was cancerous. How could that be? Dad had already beaten cancer I thought; I still assumed that cancer was something you could just get taken care of once and be done. Cancer hit dad a lot harder this time. He couldn’t drive himself to the hospital for treatments this go around, other people had to drive him. This was a reality check for me, the first time around dad would just have to occasionally take a nap. This time dad was losing weight, losing hair, and losing hope. There was finally a reality for me that my dad may not survive his encounter with
Cancer was never real to me when I was younger. My grandma had cancer and had to get treatments for it but I didn’t see it up close since I was so young. So in my young mind, cancer was like a game that you could beat. To win against cancer I assumed you just had to shave your head and get chemotherapy treatment. I never really comprehended all of the intricate details involved with treatment. I didn’t see the pain and sickness associated with it. I didn’t see what the big deal about it was. I didn’t understand cancer, even after my dad was diagnosed. When I was really young I vaguely remember visiting my grandmother in the hospital. But I didn’t understand the urgency of our visits or the thin line that she was walking. In my eyes it was just a fun time with my cousins, I didn’t see the pain in my grandmother’s eyes at the time. My grandma eventually passed away due to cancer, but I didn’t realize that cancer was the cause. I was young and I just thought it was her time to go. Every time I had seen her she somehow put on a façade that she was okay, and I believed it. This façade was kept up by my father who was diagnosed with cancer my freshman year of high school. I understood …show more content…
It was my dad and he had bad news. His latest scans at the hospital had seen another spot on some of his lymph nodes, and it was cancerous. How could that be? Dad had already beaten cancer I thought; I still assumed that cancer was something you could just get taken care of once and be done. Cancer hit dad a lot harder this time. He couldn’t drive himself to the hospital for treatments this go around, other people had to drive him. This was a reality check for me, the first time around dad would just have to occasionally take a nap. This time dad was losing weight, losing hair, and losing hope. There was finally a reality for me that my dad may not survive his encounter with