Personal Narrative: What´s Pancreatic Cancer?

At age twelve, I can remember when she told me she had it, and I cried for days knowing she was going to die because we had no money for the surgery.When I turned sixteen I realized there was nothing we could do to help my mom . Now, I'm seventeen and she has stage three pancreatic cancer. All I know is that I am doing this for her not to die and to live through her obstacle.
“James, wake up bro!are you ready we are almost there!” As I was awaking from my daydream I felt a sudden stop and I felt the van lurch, and that's when I knew we were at the bank. When I hopped out of the van I felt the bright California sun piercing through my eyes when I tried to close them they burned like some sort of acid was being poured on them. carter my best
I picked up immediately I said hello someone said i am truly sorry sir but your mother is dead she's dead .I can't believe they were trying to explain but I slammed the phone on the floor it shattered like a of glass whiskey threw on the floor .All I could do is cry now and that's what I did I fell to the floor crying and crying I hit my head on something and heard get up now come get up we can't stop now get up. I shot him I shot Carter then the others tried killing me but I killed them first I did and now they're dead but all I could do is go limp after that and that's when I blacked out
Next thing I knew is that I was on a hospital bed and tried to run but got hit by a cop with a baton and that is all can remember
”Are you sure son “said the judge Yes sir that is all….”well if that is all then I will like the jury to decide now. Guilty they said I started crying again but not loudly but as silently as I could. that is all then I hereby sentence you, James Wayne Carson, a life sentence for 3 counts of murder and a life sentence for armed robbery that is all guard take him more silent tears slid down my face but I got up silently and left with