Orenstein is notably biased in her choice of words and use of loaded language. The author uses the pathos appeal which is effective because it triggers the audiences emotions, but overused it which made it ineffective. The audience may understand that Orenstein is passionate in regards to this topic because she underwent that traumatic experience, which definitely effects her perception on details surrounding breast cancer. On a analysis level, it is suggested for her to use only fewer but relevant statistics, tune down her bias, and include claims from a doctor’s point of view. This article’s inclusion of too much logos and overuse of pathos has limited the extent of this argument, therefore rendering the topic
Ewing's Sarcoma is a rare form of bone cancer with only a 5 percent survival rate according to mayoclinic.org. This is the form of cancer that Lucy Grealy, author of the memoir Autobiography of a Face was diagnosed with at only 9 years old. The memoir follows her story along with the ups and downs she faces while undergoing chemo each week, and having a third of her jaw removed. Throughout the piece, she gives the reader insight into her mind, as she overcomes a plethora of obstacles and barriers on a daily basis, varying from self-esteem problems, to not meeting society's beauty standards. Autobiography of a Face, a memoir written by Lucy Grealy achieves the purpose of informing the reader that modern society has led women to affiliate beauty with perfection, through her effective use of the rhetorical strategies anaphora and scesis onomaton.
In her essay, "Breast Cancer No. 2," from the Readings for Writers textbook, Margaret Overton explores her experience of performing an operation on a cancer patient who has a similar background like her. The methods of development in this personal experience go to explain the emotions and thoughts Overton encountered during this specific procedure. Through the use of compare/contrast, narration, and an emphatic statement, the author is able to present her thesis, "Everyone's tolerance is different, so I titrate the drugs to the desired effect," (465) to describe her struggle on her experience of having to keep away from her emotions and remain professional during her patient's operation. Throughout her essay, Margaret Overton goes into
This essay appeals to the reader 's emotions, especially if the reader has cancer, or has someone close to them in their life who is battling cancer. I thought the author’s attitude was appropriate when discussing her life, and she presented her claim in a unique way. She put a new view into the reader’s mind of how to cope with cancer, and how to become a new person because of your disease. She concludes the memoir stating how she is bald again, and dreams of having her long, wavy hair back, but for now she will focus on her new hair tattoo. I think this is a perfect representation of how to cope with cancer, and how to transform into a new person for the better because of
Shortly after she’s admitted for her first cycle of chemotherapy and as she is being scrutinized by one technician after another, she remarks, “Now I know how a poem feels” (16). Furthermore, the doctors seem to take less and less notice of her pain and diminished capacity as the chemotherapy weakens, and she develops a growing awareness that she has become no more a series of signs, an object of “obsessively detailed examination” (40). Vivian, the author of painstakingly researched and widely heralded literary criticism understands all too well that cancer has made her little more than the object of a study that will bring celebrity status to Kelekian and Jason when the results of the study are published. But, she reminds herself, the article “will not be about me, it will be about my ovaries… What we have to come to think of as me, is, in fact, just the specimen jar, just the dust jacket” (53).
The day I had knee surgery. On February 14th my mother woke me up with a smile on her face to lighten the mood a little, because the next morning would be the day that I would have my first surgery ever. I was really clam in the morning like any other day. It really didn 't hit me that I would have surgery
‘This Means War’ is an action comedy and if there is anything I despise more than an action comedy, is an incompetent action comedy. This Means War is directed by Joseph McGinty Nichol, nicknamed McG. Having shown his ‘skill’ in both the comedy and action genres with Charlie’s Angels and Terminator: Salvation, it is clear that he has perfected the skill to mess up both simultaneously.
Sometimes situations arise that make even the strongest people feel weak. The main motivator that keeps us going is persistence and resiliency. Being able to stay strong and find peace through difficult times seems impossible to the average person, but under extreme circumstances, the human spirit can be stunningly extravagant. Works like Into Thin Air by Jon Krakauer and “Master of My Fate” by James Stockdale are just two examples of people persevering through horrible circumstances and making it out alive. Persistence and resiliency are intertwined and are a key factor to human sanity.
This was the day I had my first anxiety attack. At the impressionable age of thirteen, I had never experienced anything like an anxiety attack before. I had heard of them, but going through the feeling of the world being seen through a kaleidoscope is vastly different than what I assumed. It was scary, suffocating, and nauseating.
Psychosocial Advances in Oncology Research and Practice In the 1800’s, a cancer diagnosis was viewed as the equivalent of death (Holland, 2002). In this day and age, there was no known cause or cure, and it was considered inhumane to reveal the diagnosis to the patient. In a constantly changing and advancing society, this ideology was transformed as the result of an accumulation of technological advances, education, and research initiative. This led to the acceptance of the notion of cancer worldwide.
I still remember July 31, 2015 like it was yesterday. I was lying in bed at five in the morning, contemplating the day I had ahead of me on a warm summer morning. Hearing a knock on my bedroom door, my mom walked in and whispered that she was leaving for the hospital with my dad. All I could manage to do was hug her. My mom was scheduled to be induced to have my youngest brother, Andrew.
I can still remember like it was yesterday the day my son was born. The feelings leading up to the day he was born were the most nerve racking days of my life. On August 27th 2015 me and my wife sat at home expecting the our son any moment. My mother was also with us and was there to help us after the baby was born. As the day went by the house filed with boredom and the feeling of nervousness, and outside being gray and rainy I knew that it wasn 't a beach day.
In a world where lives are born and taken every second, I think back to my childhood and my earliest memory is my parents divorce, but there 's so much more to me than just that. Who I am and how I got here today is a collaboration of many more memories. My parents divorce, my siblings, friendships I’ve made and lost, achievements and failures, and my future goals and aspirations. Ultimately, all of this makes, and has made, me. It is a collection of influences, experiences, and memories that make up all of us, as individuals.
I watched my mother fade away slowly as she was battling pancreatic cancer. I looked after her everyday as best as I could; however, the feeling of my eventual solitude was unbearable. The thought of my mother’s imminent demise made me feel like my heart was being continuously stabbed. Watching my mother suffer was one of the hardest things I have ever had to go through. After her passing; something changed in me, darkness filled where love once was.
A memorable day I my life is when I first found out I was a diabetic. I was scared and didn’t really understand what was happening. I was too sick, and for the most part out of my mind. But, what I do remember is a lot of pain and a few visitors. It wasn’t the best day and I don’t remember every detail.
