Breast Cancer-Personal Narrative Analysis

When I was only a few months old my mother gave me to my father. She told my father he could do a better job raising me than she could, but my father had joined the Navy, so he could have a job to support us. He was shipped off and my grandmother watched me while he was gone. My grandmother took over the role of being a mom and fostered me throughout my life. She always told me “God sends things in our life to prepare us for the future ahead.” I never apprehend what she meant by the concept of “things” until 2012, when she told me she was diagnosed with Breast Cancer.
When I found out my grandmother had Breast Cancer I was filled with solicitude and anxiety. My grandmother became despondent and ashamed of her cancer, and as her hair started to fall out, I noticed the nervousness in her eyes which caused me to be more concerned. A week later she had to go into surgery. Knowing my grandmother was going through such a life-changing event, I wasn't able to be myself. It was difficult to concentrate in class or conversed with my friends. All I could think about was my grandmother. I played sports and become more involved in church to help keep my mind off it. I would pray she was going to be okay. I panic over the fact I might lose her, so I would cry myself to sleep. One day when I arrived home from school, my aunt told me she was done with her surgery and we
She taught me when times get demanding to keep pushing forward until I reach my goals. This experience in my life has taught me to have gratitude for the ones I love, because they are not always going to be there with me. This encounter has also enlightened me life's not impeccable and sometimes I am going to face obstacles, but I know I can overcome them. It took me a while to understand events happen in life for a reason and occasionally I cannot control what happens. This event has allowed me to let go of the things I cannot