Ovarian Cancer: A Short Story Essay

As she watched the clock tick by, it seemed as if hours passed. She sat on the chair in the doctor’s office with her husband by her side. Her beautiful, brown eyes turned jet black all of a sudden. The doctor had told her some heartbreaking news. “I’m sorry to tell you this, but… ” the doctor said, “you have stage three ovarian cancer. ” As my grandma’s heart broke, I could feel the pain and hurt even though I was not present. She knew that it would be so hard to tell her friends and family. On the car ride home, she could not hold back the tears. She wondered why she was put into this situation.

As they pulled up into the driveway, our family sat unsteadily. “Why me? Why now? ” she thought. In tears she said, “I was told very devastating news this morning. The doctor’s diagnosed me with stage three ovarian cancer. ” My mom felt as if her heart was punched and pulled down, by the baby in her stomach. Shivers rolled down her arms and, her face turned blue. My family knew that this would not stop her from doing anything. They would always be by her side through everything. This was all before I was born. Her chemo and sickness always made her feel down. She was not able to go anywhere or do anything.

Everyday she would lay in her bed with a knot in her stomach and heartbeat in her head. The only place she went to besides her home, was the hospital. One day, right after a round of chemo, she got news that her first granddaughter was born. She just finished her treatment and rushed straight upstairs to visit my mom and I. She was so grateful for God’s beautiful blessing. As I grew up, she was with me through everything. She took us to the mall, the zoo, or anywhere we wanted to go. A time never popped into my head when she was not there. I remember her voice saying, “Madeline…

Madeline. ” Because I grew up with her as she was sick, I finally realized that her time will soon come. I felt the tears starting to appear behind my eyes. I could feel them pounding as my heart began to pump with sorrow. As the years went on, my grandma went through rounds and rounds of chemo. She went every other Friday and on each of those days, I always prayed that she would get better. My heart would ache each time she looked or felt sick. When we thought she was getting better, signs showed that it was only spiralling down hill. The cancer kept coming back every so often. Grandma! Grandma! Are you feeling any better today? ” | said. She replied, “I’m okay but not feeling that great. ” My heart ached everyday. I could feel my stomach starting to rise, then slowing dropping back down. As the years past, she was not doing well. A biopsy was scheduled, in which we thought she would have been back to normal after. Christmas was right around the corner and my sisters and I wrote her Christmas cards. The card I wrote said: Dear Grandma, Thope you’re doing better today. I hate to see you like this. Thank you for all the sacrifices you’ve made for me.

I love you so much and hope you get well soon. Love, Madeline This letter brought her to tears. She quickly grabbed me tight and pulled me into her arms. The love in her blood connected to my arms, and I could feel a heart-warming fighter. I knew she could get through this. After spending two months in the hospital, my grandpa thought that it was too hard to take care of her at home. He decided that it was best to send her to a care home. It took some time to get used to the new area. I visited her every week and made sure she was in good hands. My grandma spent three months in the care home.

After two and a half months the cancer took over her body. She was not able to open her eyes or say a word. I watched her body lay lifelessly on the bed and was thinking about all the pain she was in. I understood that her time was short. One day after gymnastics practice, my mom told me that my grandma would no longer be here tomorrow. “Grandma won’t be making it. Either tonight or tomorrow she will be watching us from above. Read this letter that she wrote to you,” my mom said. The letter read: Dear Madeline, I’m writing you this letter on your mom’s behalf.

I want to tell you how proud I am of you. Your accomplishments made me see the good in life. You’re such a great role model for your sisters. Keep working hard in school and gymnastics. I know I won’t be here much longer, but I just wanted to let you know that I love you so much. I’ll always be watching over you. With love, Grandma Ho I could not help but cry the loudest cry ever. My eyes and heart throbbed knowing that tonight will be her last night. “Oh how much will I miss you grandma. Thank you for everything you’ve done and sacrificed for me,” I thought.

My mom drove us to the care home to see her one last time. I stayed in the car helpless because I did not want to see her in pain. All of our family was by her bedside, but I could not go. I thought about all our great memories. From taking little walks to going on vacation together. Knowing that I would not make any more memories with her, I knew that all the other ones would have a deep place in my heart. On March 15th, I got the news that my grandma was watching me from above. She is now in a place where she is pain free and protecting our family.

Our hearts sobbed for months, but we knew that she was in a better place now. We looked back and cherished all our great times and memories we had with her. My heart had a deep spot just for her. Our memories lay with love and laughter. Her fight was the strongest fight I have ever seen. I look up to her so much. She was the most inspirational person I have ever met and I am glad to call her my grandma. The foundation she made for me keeps me going everyday. My heart aches every time I look at a picture of her. Chills run down my entire body as I think about what she has done for me.

She will be missed. She has taught me several values such as integrity, confidence, forgiveness, and love. Her integrity taught me how to be truthful and unified. Her heart-warming smile taught me how to be confident in everything I do. Her plans for me taught me how to always forgive others, and her righteousness taught me how to love everyone no matter what they have done. I always think to myself and whisper to my grandma, “Thank you for all the sacrifices you have made for me. Your personality, abilities, and love help me to get through hard days. Oh… how much I miss you, grandma. “