Storys of Life

Well is just 5 years ago. I was in my last year in school when my father went sick. Diagnosis bladder cancer. The Diagnosis came to late and it wasn’t possible to safe the bladder and he got an output (called stoma). He was in hospital about one month and after that he went in every two weeks for a few days for the chemotherapy. This time wasn´t easy but my father was strong and had the help of me and my mother. We were continual inhabitants in the hospital for one year. Then we got it…for one year, then my mother went sick, breast cancer. They could kept her breast. After the time in hospital she should get chemotherapy too but there went something wrong and a few drops came in the venous and burned her left shoulder and parts of her breast. The arm doesn´t work as before. Because of the fast acting of the nurse, my mother survived. One hour later the chemo had burned the whole venous. After that it was no longer possible to continue the chemotherapy, so she received radiation to which the other arm led not working properly. Now the right arm is working again, but the left won´t do that anymore. Of course the doctors gave my mother´s fault. She shouldn´t move her arm, they said. But nobody told her that. Every other patient moved their arms too. Since that an entire year has passed. And all survived. Now I have to go every year for ultrasound examination because breast cancer runs in families and has appeared in every generation. Mammography is still not possible for me, because I'm only 20 years old.
Through the last years I have became a different perspective. I see nothing for granted and always give my best.
I'm trying to realize my dreams and move on anything.