A narrative essay about hating cancer because it killed a loved one.
Cancer is a devastating disease that kills approximately 555,500 Americans a year. This disease cheats innocent people of the life they deserve. Cancer develops when cells in a part of the body begin to grow out of control. These abnormal cells outlive normal cells and continue to divide and grow more abnormal cells. If the disease is not detected early enough it can spread all over the body. This disease not only affects the victim, but everyone that cares for them.
My boyfriend's grandmother, Angela, was one of the sweetest, most genuine people I had ever met. Her energy was contagious. Just her presence could make you smile. She was my boyfriend's whole world. He did not have many people to rely on and she was one of the only steady factors in his life. Both of his parents were recovering heroin addicts and didn't have much to offer him but trouble. While his parents were getting clean he moved in with his grandmother. She took him and his brother in with open arms even though she had already raised 5 children of her own. She loved being the mother figure in their life and they truly looked up to her as their mother.
Angela was like the universal mother figure. Even people who were not related to her called her grandma. She was always worrying about everyone else but herself. Then one day the situation flipped. Grandma had always been extremely healthy even though she smoked occasionally. She rarely got sick, but surprisingly she developed a chest cold. Chest colds normally only last about a week or so, but this one went on for a month. She decided to see a doctor, who took an x-ray of her lungs. In her lungs he found a cancerous tumor. Ironically the tumor that she developed was one that most often develops in non-smokers. Cancer smothered grandma from the inside out for about 8 months. Then it let her up to breath. The doctors said that the cancer was gone, that chemo killed it, but all that reassurance turned out to be false hope. After a few months of
My boyfriend's grandmother, Angela, was one of the sweetest, most genuine people I had ever met. Her energy was contagious. Just her presence could make you smile. She was my boyfriend's whole world. He did not have many people to rely on and she was one of the only steady factors in his life. Both of his parents were recovering heroin addicts and didn't have much to offer him but trouble. While his parents were getting clean he moved in with his grandmother. She took him and his brother in with open arms even though she had already raised 5 children of her own. She loved being the mother figure in their life and they truly looked up to her as their mother.
Angela was like the universal mother figure. Even people who were not related to her called her grandma. She was always worrying about everyone else but herself. Then one day the situation flipped. Grandma had always been extremely healthy even though she smoked occasionally. She rarely got sick, but surprisingly she developed a chest cold. Chest colds normally only last about a week or so, but this one went on for a month. She decided to see a doctor, who took an x-ray of her lungs. In her lungs he found a cancerous tumor. Ironically the tumor that she developed was one that most often develops in non-smokers. Cancer smothered grandma from the inside out for about 8 months. Then it let her up to breath. The doctors said that the cancer was gone, that chemo killed it, but all that reassurance turned out to be false hope. After a few months of