They covered the precious mahogany coffin with a brown amalgam of rocks, decomposed organisms, and weeds.
It was my turn to take the shovel, but I felt too ashamed to dutifully send her off when I had not properly said goodbye. I refused to let go of my grandmother, to accept a death I had not seen coming, to believe that an illness could not only interrupt, but steal a beloved life.
Cancer, as powerful and invincible as it may seem, is a mere fraction of a person’s life.
It’s easy to forget when one’s mind and body are so weak and vulnerable.
And as I began to consider my future, I realized that what I learned in school would allow me to silence that which had silenced my grandmother.
However, I was focused not with learning itself, but with good grades and high test scores.When I see patients trapped in not only the hospital but also a moment in time by their diseases, I talk to them.For six hours a day, three times a week, Ivana is surrounded by IV stands, empty walls, and busy nurses that quietly yet constantly remind her of her breast cancer.Before I could resolve my guilt, I had to broaden my perspective of the world as well as my responsibilities to my fellow humans.Volunteering at a cancer treatment center has helped me discover my path.In any case, these articles of clothing affect our being and are the unsung heroes of comfort.2) When I realized I cannot understand the world.I recently debated at the Orange County Speech League Tournament, within the Parliamentary Division.I want to be there as an oncologist to remind them to take a walk once in a while, to remember that there’s so much more to life than a disease.While I physically treat their cancer, I want to lend patients emotional support and mental strength to escape the interruption and continue living.When my parents finally revealed to me that my grandmother had been battling liver cancer, I was twelve and I was angry--mostly with myself.They had wanted to protect me--only six years old at the time--from the complex and morose concept of death.