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Shame and Vulnerability

Shame and Vulnerability An anguished moan filled the air like a swarm of locusts as the elevator door opened. It was a scream I’ll never forget, a cry that will forever be a part of me. The harrowing sobbing was coming from a stranger in the lobby of the hospital my...

My Life, My Narrative, My Future

My Life, My Narrative, My Future The problem with trying to tell your own story is that you know it too well. I could try to explain to you every event that has taken place over the past few years of my life, but it would take, well, a few years, not to mention that...

The Weight of a Tear

The Weight of a Tear My mom was given a three percent survival rate. She was diagnosed with stage four lung cancer that had metastasized into her brain. The hundred thousand dollar equipment tried to calculate how many lesions she had in her brain but came up short...

The Power of Presence

The Power of Presence It was a typical Sunday night when, looking up from my books, I heard a loud thud, followed by groans from the room next door. Running in I found my dad unconscious on the floor, his body violently shaking. I called 911, terrified as the...

The Ribbon

The Ribbon  Age 12 is a vulnerable time. The effects of cancer are tremendous toward those who suffer from it, but often people do not stop to think about who else it could be affecting. When I entered Jr. High, my biggest worries started with simple things like, “do...

Hope Soars with 1000 Paper Crane Project

Hope Soars with 1000 Paper Crane Project

1000 paper cranes. "What does that mean to you?" Words, images, and objects can hold different meanings and show different ideas to individual people. My 1000 folded Japanese origami paper cranes demonstrate all of my hopes,...

Cancer Still Wrapped

Cancer Still Wrapped

I sat down beside my eldest brother in the living room, my middle brother would not be home from college for another week. The Christmas tree was lit up vibrantly and the faint crackle of the fireplace was in the background. Then I saw my mom’s face, and I knew that...

It Isn’t a Battle That Can Be Lost

It Isn’t a Battle That Can Be Lost

I have a grievance with the way society treats cancer. I have a grievance with the way cancer treats society. I have many grievances, but I have more hope than grievances. I do not remember the day – rather, days – my grandmother was diagnosed with cancer, nor do I...

A Word I Got To Know

A Word I Got To Know

When my mom first spoke the word “cancer” to five year old me, it had no meaning. It was just another word that I didn’t know, that I had yet to learn. I couldn’t understand why she had me sit on my bed, why she was holding my hand, why she looked so distraught. I...