Losing A Loved One To Cancer Is The Worst Pain To Endure

Losing A Loved One To Cancer Is The Worst Pain To Endure

Because watching a loved one lose the fight against a deadly disease can bring on a whole new level of heartbreak.


On March 2nd, 2019, I lost my grandfather to cancer. The type of cancer my grandfather had was Small Cell Lung Cancer. This form of lung cancer is the most aggressive form where it tends to metastasize very quickly in the body.

When we had first heard of this diagnosis, we were all devastated. We had never dealt with cancer like this before within our immediate family and this was a big shock to us all.

Fast forward a few months. Things seemed like they were getting better. Sure, he may have had stage four lung cancer that traveled to the brain, yet he seemed to be responding to treatments. He had made it to his 70th birthday when the odds were against him. I remember seeing the smile he had and feeling his warm embrace when I finally got to see him after being at school for months. Then, somewhere down the line, things got progressively worse.

Fast forward to December. I remember my mother calling me upset while I was at work because my grandfather had to get multiple blood transfusions. I remember my mother months later being upset, yet not wanting to tell me while I was at school since my grandfather always put such a value on education. I remember finding out about the progression. It went from needing some support to walk, all the way to having hospice care set up in his home.

I just remember the anger. The sadness. The late nights staying up thinking, "Why our family? Why now?" I remember the phone call a few weeks prior to seeing him for the last time. He was a little forgetful and not very responsive on our call. The once joyful, always happy person who was eager to hear about my academics, was giving me one-worded responses.

Fast forward to March. We ended up sleeping over at my grandfather's house in fear of what would happen if we left. As I stepped into the room where his hospice bed was set up, reality came at me full force. My once upbeat, loved to fish, active softball player Grandfather was this tiny, unresponsive human laying in the bed. I recall in the middle of the night they had to emergency order machines for him. I remember the next morning staying in the room with him while the hospice nurse was telling my family that he had mottling and his limbs were cold, all signs of death.

I remember the call my mother got when she had realized that when we had left to go home and shower he died shortly afterward and she wasn't there for it.

They say that losing a loved one to disease makes it easier to cope with because you know that death could possibly be coming. I would disagree. Because in the end, I still have regrets. I wish I would've taken the days off work to see him while my family went. I wish I would have called more to tell him how much I loved and appreciated him. I wish there were words of comfort I could have given my mother to soothe her, especially because she was a "daddy's girl." In the end, I just have to accept the fact that he knew he was loved and he is no longer in pain or suffering.

This is why losing a loved one to cancer is the worst pain to endure.

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When You Make A Girl An Aunt, You Change Her World In All The Best Ways

When you make a girl an aunt, you make her the happiest girl in the world.


My brother and his wife recently blessed our family with the sweetest bundle of joy on planet earth. OK, I may be a little bias but I believe it to be completely true. I have never been baby crazy, but this sweet-cheeked angel is the only exception. I am at an age where I do not want children yet, but being able to love on my nephew like he is my own is so satisfying.

When you make a girl an aunt, you make her a very protective person.

From making sure the car seat is strapped in properly before every trip, to watching baby boy breathe while he sleeps, you'll never meet someone, besides mommy and daddy of course, who is more concerned with the safety of that little person than me.

When you make a girl an aunt, you give her a miniature best friend.

There is something about an aunt that is so fun. An aunt is a person you go to when you think you're in trouble or when you want something mom and dad said you couldn't have. An aunt is someone who takes you to get ice cream and play in the park to cool down after having a temper tantrum. I can't wait to be the one he runs to.

When you make a girl an aunt, she gets to skip on the difficulty of disciplining.

Being an aunt means you get to be fun. Not to say I wouldn't correct my nephew if he were behaving poorly, but for the most part, I get to giggle and play and leave the hard stuff for my brother.

When you make a girl an aunt, you give her the best listening ears.

As of right now I only listen to the sweet coos and hungry cries but I am fully prepared to listen to all the problems in his life in the future.

When you make a girl an aunt, you make her the best advice giver.

By the time my nephew needs advice, hopefully, I will have all of my life lessons perfected into relatable stories.

When you make a girl an aunt, you make her a number-one fan

Anything you do in life sweet boy, I will be cheering you on. I already know you are going to do great things.

When you make a girl an aunt, she learns what true love is.

The love I have for my nephew is so pure. Its the love that is just there. I don't have to choose to show love every day, I don't have to forgive, I don't have to worry if it is reciprocated, it is just there.

When you make a girl an aunt, you make her the happiest person in the world.

I cannot wait to watch my precious nephew grow into the amazing person that I know he is going to be.

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True Tales Of Growing Up In A BIG Family

Spoiler alert, I get tackled a lot.


I was born into a fairly large family. I have upwards of twenty-something first cousins, many of who are around the same age as me. It has honestly been both a blessing and a curse to have so many people around me all the time. Some of my favorite memories come from family gatherings where all of my cousins were there. However, since most of my cousins are male, there has also been a lot of physical violence where people get hurt, even if the intentions were innocent. I have so many stories about my family, some of which I won't share here because they are a little bit inappropriate, but others are too good not to share.

The first story I want to share is from this past Easter. Most of my cousins on my Dad's side were at my Papa's house celebrating the holiday. There was so much food we could probably feed a small army. Some of the older cousins decided that we were going to play a game of whiffle ball. All of the cousins who were playing were at least sixteen and some of them were much older. Many of us had or are playing sports in High School or College so this game of whiffle ball got extremely competitive very fast. I ended up being the Umpire/pitcher because I played softball for so long. The game ended with my brothers winning and my other cousins upset that they lost, but it was still one of the memories I will cherish the most even though I definitely threw out my shoulder pitching.

I can remember playing a game of football on Thanksgiving when I was young (maybe five or six). This game, not unlike the whiffle ball game we played at Easter, got super competitive super fast to the point where even I, as a six-year-old, was being pushed and tackled to the ground by much older boys. I honestly can't remember much about that game, maybe I got hit in the head too much, but I do remember having so much fun playing with my cousins.

I've been on a cruise two times in my life, both times with my extended family. One cruise was to Mexico when I was very little. What I remember about that cruise was getting extremely sea sick and that the cleaning staff would make towel monkey on our beds. The cruise was to Alaska when I was a lot older, I think I was fifteen. Since I and my cousins were much older on that cruise, we caused a lot more trouble and were able to get away with it. Every night we would go to the pool and swim. Then, we would go to the buffet and only eat pineapples and mac and cheese. We, also, may have or may not have gone into a bar to sing karaoke. While the cruise was fun, I wouldn't have had such a great time if I wasn't with my family.

While sometimes they can be a pain, having so much family has taught me a lot about communication and playing right. Again, I only have scratched the surface here in regards to the plentiful stories I have, many of which are so much funnier. I love my family so much and I would never trade that in for the world.

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