What Cancer Is to Me
My childhood consisted of being raised by my grandmas and aunt. They would wake me up, help me get ready for school, make food, put me to bed, and whatever else they had to do to raise a child. I never really put it to mind why they took care of me and not my parents. I always thought that my dad just liked the company of his in-laws. However, as years passed by I realized my dad needed the help. He couldn’t raise two kids alone when he had mouths to feed, bills to pay, and people to care for financially. My mom would have cared for my brother and me. She would have attended our school events, games, practices, graduations, birthday parties, etc. Except cancer ruined those chances.
I would go to school, go home to my grandmas, and sleep. If I were lucky I’d be able to see my dad before I went to sleep. However, that only happened a few times, because he’d always go home late from work. The weekends were the days I would see him the most.
After a couple years my aunt was diagnosed with it too. Her and I would practically do everything together.. We would cook, clean, watch telenovelas, go to the store, play games, plant flowers, and so on. Except when she got diagnosed with cancer it got harder to have the same bond we had as before. When I’d go home, she’d either be sleeping or at the hospital. After many treatments, she had beaten cancer. But then she had gotten it again and it came back worse. By now she would be at the hospital practically the whole day.
Cancer does many things to people. It makes people overwhelmed, anxious, depressed, hurt, and weak. And above all, It can take away people you love the most.
I give cancer 3 out of 5 stars.