Personal Narrative: My Mother With Stage Four Lung Cancer
I still remember the day like it was yesterday, when I got the news about my mom being diagnosed with stage four lung cancer. Back then when I was in the seventh grade, there was not really much to know about it but that when someone had cancer they would die. My mom being the closest person to me and her being the only parent that was by my side, thinking that she no longer would be. When this time came there was nothing else for me to do but step into my mother's shoes of becoming the most responsible one in the house. This was the most difficult obstacle that has ever come my way due to the fact that I was only 12 or 13 around the time and I had to take care of a newborn baby while my mom was away getting treatment. She was gone for two
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My mom was a warrior because no matter how tired she was, the next day she always managed to get up in the morning for work like if nothing was wrong. The same thing went for me, I woke up each and every day with the same thought that someday would be the last by my mother's side. Once the doctors told her that she was cancer free, we all celebrated with such amazement because all the prayers and faith that we had paid off. But it was not over just yet, she still had damaged lungs and still to this very day she gets sick with lung infections and has to be admitted into the hospital for at least a week. I always thought that this obstacle was overcome the day the doctor told us the wonderful news of her being cancer free, but no we are still trying to overcome this tough and difficult obstacle in our lives. Even though my mom was the one dealing with the pain, she was a part of me, so the pain that she felt, I felt. We both take it day by day until she is fully healed but of course that is never going to happen because that was a memory, a part of her that will always be there. In the long run it will still hurt, but this is something we are trying to overcome
My mom was a warrior because no matter how tired she was, the next day she always managed to get up in the morning for work like if nothing was wrong. The same thing went for me, I woke up each and every day with the same thought that someday would be the last by my mother's side. Once the doctors told her that she was cancer free, we all celebrated with such amazement because all the prayers and faith that we had paid off. But it was not over just yet, she still had damaged lungs and still to this very day she gets sick with lung infections and has to be admitted into the hospital for at least a week. I always thought that this obstacle was overcome the day the doctor told us the wonderful news of her being cancer free, but no we are still trying to overcome this tough and difficult obstacle in our lives. Even though my mom was the one dealing with the pain, she was a part of me, so the pain that she felt, I felt. We both take it day by day until she is fully healed but of course that is never going to happen because that was a memory, a part of her that will always be there. In the long run it will still hurt, but this is something we are trying to overcome