Entry 1 The worst news I’ve ever received was when my mom told me that my aunt had cancer. Fortunately, the cancer was only at stage 1. At first, I couldn’t believe it since she has always been healthy and I’ve never heard anything about her being sick. Eventually, I came to accept the fact that my aunt had cancer even if I didn’t want to.
1) Please share an experience of a traumatic event or dynamic that you, or someone else, experienced. Last year my uncle died of cancer. The past couple of years he has been battling cancer, it was tough to see him go but I’m glad he’s not suffering anymore.
A doctor had brought a bunch of puppies to the surgery enter. My dad saw them and knew that my family was eventually going to get a puppy, so instead of talking to my mom, he texted my sister and me. My dad got a doctor to pick us up and take us to the surgery center. When we got there we saw the puppies and immediately loved them.
When my mother's dad passed away from a brain aneurysm it was very hard on her. She was very close with her father, and she loved him very much. She became lost, and slightly out of it for a few weeks it was a sad time ,and tough time for my family we were devastated. When this tragedy occurred in my family my mother flew to new york where he lived for the funeral, and so did the rest of the family. I realized then that no matter how busy the family was, when this happened we came together to console one another.
My spine curved to the point where I would need surgery. I had a fifty degree curve in the upper portion of my spine which needed to be fixed. I was very scared because anything could go wrong with these procedures; however, I was courageous and went through it. The surgery went fine but, the healing process the absolute worst. The nurses kept telling me that the more I tried to get through it the faster I would heal.
In a life changing year and a half, my mother went through radiation treatments and multiple surgeries. After her first surgery and a few weeks into radiation treatments my mother became gravely ill. She struggled to get out of bed and every day became a battle. When my brother and I could get away from school we would wait in the hospital with her. Her health
Through serving others, I have come to realize that every person, regardless of one’s cultural background, has something to offer to the community. As an immigrant, I was quite hesitant about accepting new challenges. The fear of others’ judgment regarding my performance hindered my progress. However, through serving others in various capacities, I was able to interact and help people in my community, who themselves helped me overcome my fears. Whether helping patients at St. John Providence or assisting refugees at the American Red Cross, I was amazed as to how much my presence made a difference, especially for those who needed me to interpret for them.
As years pass and the showers of spring turn into the blossoms of summer which than turn into the leaves of fall, my mother regained her strength. As the leaves start falling in late October, I see my mother under the pink balloon arch reading “Breast Cancer Awareness Walk” wearing a pink cotton t-shirt reading “survivor” in big block letters. As the shrill of the whistle echoes throughout the street signaling that the walk as begun, I cheer with excitement and wave my pink pom-poms in the air from the sideline as my mother walks by me waving both her hands. The surrounding cheers reverberate in my mind as I see my mother continue walking, and all that’s left for the audience to see is “survivor” written in big letters on the back of her pink
The speakers in the two poems; “To Coy His Mistress” and “My Last Duchess”, were flawed due to the ignorance of their view of women; given that all they believe is that women are on earth to please every man’s need, which is mainly sex. The similarities, and differences, between the two speakers of the two poems, show the real intentions of the speakers have towards the women in the two poems. The speakers in the poem had one belief about women, they are only meant to make men happy and feel good. The imagery used in “To Coy His Mistress” helps create a better mental picture of what the speaker wanted from the woman.
My dad was in intensive care for eight days that felt like weeks. Those days, I will never forget I remember everybody who went into his room would come out of the room sobbing. The amount of pain my da was in is undescribable , simply heartbraking. The results from the lung biopsy came in and the doctors told us he didnt have lung cancer but he had a lung
When I was 8 years old, my dad was in a major car accident where he was lying unconscious in the middle of an intersection where our car had been hit by a lady that was drunk driving. For the next 3 years, my dad had been in and out of the hospital with many serious injuries including a broken neck, concussion, vision loss, and other things. Because of his injuries, my dad lost his job. Because of the car accident, we could have lost our home. Luckily, we were blessed with a few miracles and did not lose our home.
When I was twelve a six letter word with such definition tore my world apart. I didn’t know what to do at that moment, I didn’t know how to react to the dreadful news. And to my surprise, it started with one phone call, a phone call that simply changed who I am, but not just who I am, but how I view the world. I never thought it can happen to me or my family, I thought we were free from such an intrusive disease. However, I was wrong, way wrong.
Shortly after the doctor said that, her condition got a lot worse from before and she passed away a few months later during the summer. During the wake and the funeral, my Great Uncle was devastated and could not believe that his older sister has died. During this time I tried to remember the time when my family was living with her, but I could not remember besides the fact that she was a very good cook and that in my family, her lasagna and soups were the best thing we have ever
If it were cancer, there would be flowers, cards, and covered dishes. Instead, it’s a secret passed from my mom to me in soft whispered words. It’s vague words to brush it off, shuffle it into the closet, hide it under a rug. Accident. Fine.
One incident I could remember about a suffering time in my life was with my child’s health. My teenage boy had a lump on his cheek. This lump came out of nowhere. We went to the doctors and got it checked out. The doctors told us that he had to get it removed because it was an abscess.
