Personal Narrative: My Experience With Deterioration And Cancer
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The most profound of my experiences with deterioration and cancer was not the day that my mother told me that my step dad, whom I had known from the time I was five years old, was dying. His name was Scott, and he was 55 years old when he died. After what he thought to be an acid reflux disorder for a number of months, he was finally diagnosed with stage four esophageal melanoma. The doctor predicted that he had around four months to live, which he eventually outnumbered by nearly eight months.
It wasn’t the morning I touched his icy hands only to feel the small blue tumors wedged in between his knuckles that I felt the most pain, either. Reflecting upon the day of Scott’s 55th and final birthday party; I remember I painted a whimsical sign