Personal Narrative: My Mother With Breast Cancer

My mom was diagnosed with breast cancer when I was two years old. She went into remission when I was 6 years old and found out that the cancer had metastasized to her lungs when I was 7 years old. At that age, I truly did not understand the severity of her condition nor did I fully comprehend her struggles. All I wanted was to see her delightful smile and to hear her laugh. I had designated myself as her own personal sunshine. I became a pillar of support for her to lean on when she need strength and love. By being my mom’s protector I thought that I could shield her from the pain and suffering of her disease. Two months and two days after my tenth birthday my mother succumbed to her illness. Everything in my life changed, I went from religiously …show more content…
I had looked up all of the sudden and stared into my mom’s lifeless eyes and began to hysterically sob because I realized for the first time that I would never get to see her or talk to her or lay with her or hug her ever again. The only thought on my mind was that the rest of my life was a long time to wait until I could see her again. I had never in my short life been caught so off guard by a single event. I didn’t ever think that she would perish from her illness because from my perspective, she would always have been with me until I was gray and old.
Her death threw my whole life off-kilter. I mourned her passing and celebrated her life while continuing to go to school and keeping my grades up. She had been in the hospital for the last month of her life so there were quite a few days that I had taken off of school in order to stay by her side in the off chance that she took a turn for the worst. After the funeral I started going back to school on a regular basis and made up all of the work that I had missed. Although the transition was tumultuous I was able to successfully catch up in all of my