Thursday, March 21, 2019
Cancer Taking Lives :: Personal Narrative Writing
Cancer Taking LivesThe eastside Pennsboro primary school raised cash for a statue at a local park. The statue was a ring of children that were attribute hands. There was one child missing the link was broken. The statue was dedicated to East Pennsboro students that did not make it to their graduation. My sophomore year of high school inspired this piece of ar twork. Mid December during my sophomore year I put in out that a friend of mine had lost her struggle with crab louse. hustleanie was diagnosed with two rare forms of ovarian cancer during seventh grade. Having either type of cancer is very rare, so the fact that she had both types was unbelievable. I had been best friends with Tiffanie during elementary school. We had lost touch in middle school, but our friendship neer ended. She had her ups and downs during her illness, but I never expected her cancer to be fatal. I was told at the beginning of December that the doctors didnt expect her to live until Christmas. Becaus e she was in my grade, my class displace cards to her. I made a droll story about the two of us growing up. I sent the story with an angle ornament. Christmas had to be celebrated early this year, and I supposition that an angel would be appropriate. If anything did happen to her, her florists chrysanthemum could keep the ornament in memory of her. She died a week later at the young bestride of 16. I found out about her death two days after it occurred. I was in church getting ready to constitute my flute in the choir. My best friend was with me. I guess she knew that I didnt see the news. I can cogitate still remember what she said. She told me that she was at a friends house on Friday night. They were getting ready for a dance that I did not go to. Her mom told them that something had happened. She conveyed the message to me by saying MegI think that Tiff died. She couldnt just tell, because she knew that I would be devastated, but I knew that it was no mistake. I ran to the bathroom and began to grieve for my friend who never even got to vex her drivers license. That night, I watched the news. Her cancer story had been televised for years, so when she eventually past, the local news stations began showing clips of her throughout her life as a final memorial.
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