I want to see cancer completely eradicated
When my mother was fifteen years old, her mother, Eileen, was diagnosed with cancer, and passed away a year later. I never got to meet grandma Eileen, yet she has impacted my life in so many ways. One of my favorite things to do is bake. I learned how to bake from my mother using grandma Eileen’s cookbooks and original recipes. Every time we baked, my mother would tell me stories about grandma Eileen. We would laugh, we would be sad, and I always wondered what it would have been like to have grandma Eileen there with us. There I was with my mother baking chocolate chip cookies, just as my mother was with her mother in the past. As years went by, I hated cancer for taking away grandma Eileen. I hated cancer for taking away the mother of a sixteen-year-old teenager. I hated cancer for robbing my mother from so many memories. I just hated the word cancer.
I was six years old when my grandfather was diagnosed with stage three colon cancer. He was 58. He had two young children from his second marriage that were younger than me. It was a very scary time in our lives. Cancer has shown its ugly face again, and this time, it met a tough opponent in my grandfather who had so much to live for. After aggressive chemotherapy and radiation, followed by two surgeries, and more chemo and radiation, my grandfather beat cancer. He has been in remission for eight years. I am so grateful for my grandfather’s courage and strength.
I was 13 when I heard that my friend Emily was very sick. She was on a school trip and experienced back pain. When the pain was too much to bear, Emily was hospitalized. She was diagnosed with aggressive non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma, blood cancer. Emily started chemotherapy shortly after the diagnosis. She was strong, athletic, resilient, tough, and beautiful. She was a fighter, and even though she was more than 7500 miles away, I believed Emily was going to beat cancer. Her parents flew across the ocean to be by her side, and Emily put on a fight for her life. Her doctors would later say, that they have never seen anyone fight so hard. Sadly, Emily passed away. She was only 17 years old. Emily was the older sister I always wished for. She was astounding, athletic, intelligent, and genuine. She was my inspiration. She was a friend I will forever miss. Her funeral was the most heartbreaking experience I have ever had.
Two years ago, my grandmother Daliah was diagnosed with mouth cancer. The news was very tough on me, since I am very close to her. She means the world to me. The doctors were very aggressive with the cancer and performed two consecutive surgeries. In the first surgery they removed the tumor and tissue around it. It took a while for her to recover due to the location of the tumor. In the second surgery they removed all the lymph nodes from her neck by making an incision from ear to ear. Again, recovery was tough. Grandma Dalia is a fighter and the most positive person I know. She is winning the fight against cancer.
I want to see cancer completely eradicated!
It won’t happen in one day, but it will happen!
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