I was used to the news of someone in my family having cancer. My grandmother twice, my grandfather twice, and next, my mom. At the end of 7th grade I found out that she had cancer. Before her many doctor visits, she felt a lump in her throat.
Nobody in my family thought much of it, but little did we know that what we thought so little of and assumed was unimportant was actually cancer. After a few months of feeling the growth, she decided it was time to go to the doctor. She went to the doctor and went through several tests and was told that it was cancer. Despite her tries to hide the terrible news from me and my brother, I knew that she had cancer. The idea of cancer in my family was not unusual, just that year two of my grandparents suffered from it.
After weeks of hiding the news of cancer, my oldest cousin came over for a quick visit like she does almost very week. I was in my bedroom watching TV with the volume loud enough to mask the sound of the rain hitting the roof. My younger brother was at school, but I was at home because I had strep throat. My throat was hurting so I walked into the kitchen to get an Advil and a bottle or water. My mom and cousin were in the kitchen when I walked in. I looked over to say hi when I noticed my cousin was on the verge of tears. I knew she had just heard bad news.
Considering that my mom went to so many doctors visits recently, I assumed the bad news was the results of her tests. I was right. “Mom, do you have cancer?” I blurted out. I was hopeful that the answer would be no, but I had to face the reality that she might say yes.
She answered in seconds, but it felt like it took so much longer. “Yes, I have cancer. But the type of cancer I have is easy to cure. I will be fine.” she responded
But as soon as she said yes, my heart dropped. Despite feeling prepared for the answer I got, there was nothing that could prepare me for the news that my mom had cancer.
She then said "Don't let your brother know. I will tell him soon."
About a week later she told him explained to us that during her treatment she would be losing energy because of the cancer and her strict diet containing no iodine, followed by surgery and radiation therapy. The cancer spread throughout her thyroid, which as the area that had cancer.
Before getting surgery she had to go on a special diet and she was not able to eat any iodine at all. As time went on, she began losing her energy more and more every day. A month later she got surgery to get the cancer removed. The surgery went well. Following the surgery, she went through radiation therapy for a month. During the radiation therapy, me and my brother were not allowed to go near her. It was hard because we were so used to seeing her everyday, but for a month we couldn't even go near her.
At the beginning of summer, the radiation therapy ended and the treatments worked. She no longer has cancer. Despite taking so long to recover, she won her battle against cancer. She sacrificed so much to fight her cancer but it was worth it.