Mary Ackley: A Short Story

Slowly Dying or Already Dead Visiting countless family members in the hospital leads to an abundance of funerals. My heroes in heaven are as follows: Jean Lane died in 2009, Rita Kershler in 2011, Monsignor Jules Roos (Padre Julio) in 2014, Ken Roos in 2015, and Mary Ackley in the summer of 2016. Someone already being dead is worse than watching someone slowly die. To watch someone suffer is truly heartbreaking, but not as heartbreaking as them being gone. Ever since I was eleven, I have experienced seeing multiple family members die slowly. The only terminal disease that I know of within my family is cancer. Watching someone die from cancer is like watching a battle between two people. One of them is truly powerful and the other one’s only
One of the most influential people I have ever met had cancer. This heroic individual’s name was Mary Ackley. Mary had ongoing problems with her husband for many years and you could see that she was emotionally drained because of them. As you can see, Mary came from an adverse life. Mary had given birth to a beautiful daughter. Years later, she was given the blessing of a beautiful granddaughter. This was probably the only positive event that happened in Mary’s life. I was only a little girl whenever she was diagnosed with breast cancer for the first time. Just about two years ago, she was diagnosed with breast cancer again, except this time it was worse. The cancer spread all throughout her body and to her brain which caused hallucinations. Watching Mary die was like watching the fight between the powerful disease and the powerless but stout hearted individual. Though this was difficult to observe, I am more at ease knowing that she is not suffering and is in a better place
Even if they are dying, and you and they know that, at least they are still with you. If they are dying slowly, then that assumably means that they have a fatal disease. Some of the worst terminal and fatal diseases out there are as follows: Cancer, AIDS, Alzheimer’s, Diabetes, the list goes on. This family member or close friend who is dying is not the same as they were previously to their diagnosis. However, deep down, they are who you knew they were before their pronouncement. They might not be with you one hundred percent, but they are still with you. You know that these chattels will never be the same again, but at least now there is still hope that things can go back to the way they