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. The six-letter word named cancer took many lives; particularly, a close loved one of mine, my grandfather. Although my grandfather had such as disease, he never let it slow him down. One day he told me (in Spanish translated to English), “Kevinsito I know that I have cancer, and some things may change from now here on out, but don’t think that I’m going down without a …show more content…
I wasn’t the same person, but that has never stopped me from doing what I do. Yes, I have lost my best friend, hero, and savior, but that doesn’t mean that I’m going to hide in the corner and recite the ‘what ifs’ and ‘if onlys’. I refuse to let myself do so. Just like him, he wasn’t going down without a fight, and neither am I. I am his granddaughter, his blood is my blood. It is in me that I am not a quitter. I cannot let the walls close in on me. I have to keep fighting although the obstacles become difficult. He has suffered through the pain, and I have suffered through the grief. Cancer has won yet again, but that doesn’t matter. He will always hold the title that he held on for two long, good years. All of my life, he has told me that I have to make it to college, it is a number one priority. I must not waste my life and sit on the couch for the rest of my life. He told me to do something, be someone. My only wish is for him to actually see me make it. But he is watching me, up in paradise, and that is all I need to keep me moving forward until I get there, and until I meet him