Personal Narrative: Ovarian Cancer

When November of 2009 hit, it seemed like life was diminishing. My mom was a happily married woman to my step dad, George. She had two children, my brother, (who was seven), and I, who was twelve. It was near the end of the school year. My brother was in second grade and I was in seventh. My mother started showing signs of slowing down. You could tell she was not getting much sleep. At age thirty, my mother had always been healthy except for the normal infections and colds. Although she was always a small woman, I started noticing her losing a bit of weight, which was unusual for her.
Then it all happened, our lives spiraled out of control. My mom was becoming weaker and weaker by the day. Her lymph node on the left side of her neck had become inflamed. At first, we thought she must have just been a bad infection. We were secretly all concerned. We had a hard time grasping that it could be something bad. Whenever you touched this grape size lump on her neck, she would cringe. You could see the pain in her eyes. We did not want to scare her and tell her it could be cancer or that something bad could be happening. When December
But, the ovarian cancer although caught early, was by far the scariest one for me. I never stopped to think how my innocent sister could have been born with cancer. Also how those cancer cells could have spread through her bloodstream into other parts of her body. My mother has now been kidney cancer free for five years this past April, cervical cancer free for two years this past May, and colon cancer free for the past five years also this past March. Without my sister being born we may have not been able to stop the cancer early. My sister was truly a blessing and a miracle for our family every day. This was a horrific experience for my family and me. We now also remember that we need to cherish every day because we do not know what will happen in the