Personal Narrative: The First Time In My Life

The first time in my life that I ever experienced true anger and fear was in the sixth grade. A little before Thanksgiving Break, I was diagnosed with malignant melanoma, a type of skin cancer, in my lower back. I had a mole there that was removed earlier that year, and the test results on it had come back positive. I did not find out until later, but when my mom sat me down across from her to talk, I knew something was wrong. It was then that she told me what was going on, and I broke down in tears. I had never experienced fear such as I did then. I had to take a trip to Children’s Hospital in Columbus, where the doctors injected some kind of identifier in my back. This was to help them locate the lymph nodes that had been affected
I looked at my mom and dad, and asked what had happened. They told me that everything was alright, and that I was going to be fine. I couldn’t help but to stare in awe as I began to realize that I was ok.
All the cancerous cells had been removed from my body, and there was no more fear. I was soon released from the hospital, and allowed to go home. It is impossible to forget the lousy car ride home. It hurt to sit up straight, so I laid down in the backseat of my mom’s Ford Explorer, and proceeded to watch a movie. By the time I got home, my back was killing me. I was forced to stay on our couch for the next few days, and needed help walking and showering, since I was not allowed to do anything to harm the stitches placed in both of the open wounds. Family members and friends from school began to bring me get well soon gifts and cards. Some of my closest friends from school brought me a couple of books and a piece of paper that read “Hope to See You Soon” and was signed by all of my classmates. I never felt so loved in all my life. When I finally did return to school, which was the week after Thanksgiving Break, all of my closest friends asked me how I felt, and if I was going to feel