Personal Narrative: Waking Up To Evil

Waking up to Evil

Everyone knows that cancer is bad, right? Cancer is nefarious. It kills and it’s hard to get rid of. In one way or another it affects everyone. I hate it.
Things changed when my grandma died. I didn’t know much about her cancer, but I knew enough to know she was in a lot of pain. Before she died I had heard all the stories about what cigarettes do to you and about all of the relatives that had cancer. I heard them, but I didn’t really understand. They affected me, there is no doubt about that, but I didn’t really remember them. There was only one other death that I remembered and that was the only grandpa I knew. I was much too young to understand what actually happened. So when Grandma “B.” died it hit me hard. The reality of death and cancer broke me down. On the other hand, her suffering stopped, and for that I
What if I get cancer? Will I be able to survive it? Everywhere I turn I get afraid of it. I try not to breathe too deeply when I’m around people smoking and I wear sunscreen when I know I’ll be outside for a while. I’ll even move my phone if I think it’s too close too me because I think I’ll be avoiding the cellular radiation. When a classmate was diagnosed with some type of cancer I got nervous because what if I had it too? It opened my eyes to cancer and death as a whole. I now know what cancer can do to you and it isn’t pretty. It’s hard and it’s ugly. There is a lot of pain and suffering. I see the struggle that people I know have faced. Some of them overcame and some of them didn’t. That is what scares me. I get scared that I or loved ones will get sick and there will be nothing to be done. Cancer will break you down and hurt you until it effaces you from Earth. The treatment is terrible too. It is given in hope to kill the cancer before it kills you. I remember Grandma “B.” having a hiatus from her treatments to see how it went. That seemed that it didn’t hinder it, but it also didn’t enhance