“They need to do some more tests” grandpa said. I was eight years old when I found out that my grandma had terminal lung cancer. She was feeling sick one morning so my grandpa took her to the hospital, and he checked her in. It was about 2:30 pm when my grandpa called and wanted to talk to me. “We need to take your grandma to the hospital in Provo Utah so that she can have more accurate tests done”.
“Can I come with you?” I asked to here my grandpa tell me NO! I was so scared I didn’t want to lose my grandma she was my best friend. The next morning I got up at 7:00 am to get ready for school and to catch the bus. Lunch at my school started at around 11:30 in the afternoon. That’s when I got the bad news.
The intercom beeped and called out “We need Levi to come to the front office he is wanted on the phone”. I got up out of my seat, collected all of my things, and then left. When I got to the front office I walked in and picked up the phone. When I heard the first few words come out of my moms mouth I about broke down and started to cry.
“Your grandmother isn’t doing so well” I remember asking my mom what’s wrong, and I remember her telling me “she has been started on chemo therapy and they are afraid that she has gotten an infection from it.” And that their main concern would be that she might not be able to fight it off. I started to think to myself that Easter is just a week around the corner and that there is a chance that I might not get to spend it with my grandma. That was the worst thought ever, and I was thinking about how it would be.
“We need to help you pack some clothes, do your chores, and then go get some gas for the car we are going to Provo to spend some time with your grandmother.” I was so happy knowing that I was going to get to spend some time with my grandma. I planned on sitting right there next to her for the whole five days we were going to be there. I brought books and crayons for me and her to color. It took an hour and a half to get there, witch isn’t very long but to me it felt like days.
“I felt so helpless.” When we got there my dad went to ask what room she was being held in and he found out she was in room # 307. I took off and ran down hall after hall looking for the room. When I finally found the room I walked through the door, and I seen my grandpa sitting there crying. I walked in to find out why he was crying. The things that I was seeing mad me cry and feel helpless. Right before my eyes I seen my grandma hooked up to all kinds of different machines and Ivey’s. The infection was so bad that it had made my grandmas body start to swell. She didn’t even look like my once before beautiful grandma.
“Hey kido” my grandpa said with tears rolling off his cheek and onto the floor. “The doctor said your grandmother is in pretty bad condition and that they didn’t expect her to make it past Easter.” I started to cry even harder, and went over to my grandma and laid my head on her stomach and started to tell her how much I would miss her and how much I love her. My grandpa then picked me up and kissed me on the cheek and said “Everything will be okay; your grandma is going to a better place, a place without suffering and sickness. The doctor came up to me and my family about three o’clock in the afternoon to tell us the bad news.
“Your grandmother is not going to make it, and that he would be surprised if she even made it through the night. And that was the first holiday that I didn’t get to spend with my grandma. A week later my family and I attended the funeral. It was the hardest thing to attend just for the fact I had to watch them put my grandma, my best friend, and a wonderful person six feet under.
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Well besides the spelling, i think it was a good report. I'm sorry to hear about your grandma. My grandma died also of cancer when she was 63 years old. I would like to say that you told this story very well, Their were in fact a few mistakes but it was still well written. I think that you should describe some things and told the story of other peoples perspectives but that would have just made it a little better and interesting. If you really wanted to you could have written a poem out of this, But thanks again for sharing this.
I am so sorry you had to go through this. i like how you explained how much she meant to you and how close you guys were. i like how you put how you felt, hopeless. i hope your doing okay and i'm sorry for you and your family.
man, i could understand how it probably felt casuei mean i love ym grandma she is my world i mean she watched me from a baby casue my mama was too into going out and just too know i am gonna loose her hurts enough.. but all we can do is remember everything we did and just know she is better and waiting too our faces again..
That is sad to hear about your grandmother. You even remember it so well. I'm not close to my grandmother but i bet if i was i would fell the same way if she ever did on me.
This is something that I could imagine be way hard to go though. It's beyond up lifting that you would comfort her. I know it's hard to not guilt yourself into feeling that it was a mistake to not be there when she was gone. If you believe that one day you will see her again truly i believe that you would see her no matter what. it's really great to see that you had such a strong connection. keep your chin up and smile.
♥elee
Levi,
so i corrected your narrative and i loved it! You did such a good job. And how you said your grandma was beautiful, :] that really made me smile. Im sorry for your lose. My grandma is a survivor of cancer. And i don't know what i would do if i lost her.
They describe it very good they put the tims and they put where it took plaece at and they put what the wether was like and I remember when I allways get high I eat alot and I would forget lots of stuff and it would right I front of me and my brother my friens would call me stupid kid or somtin like that and my brother would allwas to walk with some one when I am high because I all most got hite by a car when I was high.
Wow i am soo sorry ive had that happen to three of my grandparents and i hate how sad it is and i couldnt even go to the funeral because of how sad i was. I hope you always no that she is always in your heart and will take care of you and help you every step of the way.
i am sarry to hear this it sounds like your grandmother was a good pearson. i like how you rote the story.it flows good. it sounds like loved hur a lot.
Little Worm
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