Watching a loved one suffer from pain, is not an easy thing to live with, especially a loved one battling cancer. You see them let their guard down, even though they’ve been strong through it all. In the end death wins and you feel like you’ve lost it all. Death takes a toll in everyone’s life, it happens to even the best of people. The battle of cancer my grandmother fought twice then finally giving up makes me think back when death took a toll in my family.
It was like every other mammogram she had taken, go to the hospital and have the test run, the doctor would tell her everything looked good, and then she was free to go. This was a very different doctor’s appointment. After she had finished the mammogram, the doctor went into another room to look at the results, a few minutes passed and he came back in and told her the news that would change her and her family’s lives. "Myrtle we have spotted a lump developing on your right breast", the doctor told her the horrifying news. After he told her the news, he scheduled her chemotherapy appt.
When she arrived home, I'd never seen her so down and gloomy. She called our house and told us to come over there that she needed to talk to the whole family. She told us about the doctor’s appointment, and how he had spotted a lump on her breast. Our family was devastated, it didn’t seem like much to me until she had a stroke and everything else went down hill.
Weeks passed by and so did the chemo treatments. The more she had, the worse she looked, but she stayed strong. You could tell in her eyes she wasn't going to let this defeat her. Almost every weekend I stayed over at her house, every morning she and I would wake up and there would be strands of hair on her pillow, until there was nothing left but the scalp.
She went back to work trying to put on a smiling face, but I knew that she was hurting inside. She wore her wig to work and church. A few more weeks and a few more...