Grandma Essay

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Grandma

Grandma

As I drifted down the hallway, it seemed endless. With my stomach in my throat I walked. I
could not feel my feet hitting the ground, nor notice anyone around me. I just walked. The
smell of the place was intoxicating. It reminded me of insulin or disinfectant spray. I
entered her room; it was dark. The sound of beeping machines echoed in my ears. I walked
to her bed. She was sleeping soundly. Her body was frail and looked as if she was bone
covered with skin. She was weak and tired.

The cancer had been eating away at her, slowly devouring her body, life and spirit. She
had been sick for a couple of months now. I hated visiting, seeing her so sick it made my
stomach churn. I stayed with her at the hospital for a short time visiting. I hated seeing
her, my grandma, that way. She was sick from the cancer that came back and this time it
was worse.

The cancer began in the fall months of 1992. My grandma had felt a hard, pea-sized lump on
her breast. She preceded to see a specialist, Dr. Whall. What she heard wasn't exactly
what she had expected. She had breast cancer. I didn't expect it either. I was scared for
her, scared for me. She was my closest friend, and my confidant and I loved her very much.
I spent a lot of time with her. What would I do if I lost her? Fortunately the cancer
didn't take her away. She lost her hair and her left breast, but she made full recovery.

My grandma was as good as new. She and I spent even more time together. I cherished every
minute of it, trying not to take it for granted. We went to garage sales in the summer and
cooked pies in the winter. Our favorite thing to do was to watch butterflies in her
garden. She was the wisest woman I knew always giving me the best advice. Wether her
advice was about boys, friends, or other aspects of life she was almost always right.
Everything between us was perfect again.

My grandma had been in remission for nine years. She always went for a yearly check up
with Dr. Whall. Every year the tests came back topnotch. She was in perfect health. But
the good health was short lived, when she went for a check up in 2001. The test came back
showing that it was back. Once again I was scared. I was scared that I would defiantly
lose her this time.

She soon became very sick. The chemotherapy was making her very weak and tired. I didn't
visit much anymore. I believe now that it was because I was afraid that every time I saw
her it would be the last. I didn't go see her for a couple of months.

I walked into her room at the hospital, it was dark and the machines were beeping in my
ears. My mother had called me, and the cancer was spreading like wild fire. To make the
situation worse the cancer this time was more intense. It came back in her hip bone and
now had spread to her liver. She was admitted to the hospital for a couple of weeks
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