My essay

ESSAYS FOR ENGLISH CLASS

* DESCRIPTIVE ESSAY
* PURSUASIVE ESSAY
* INFORMATIVE ESSAY
* ARGUMENTATIVE ESSAY






BY: SEDELIX MALDONADO AYALA

Monday, March 14, 2011





REQUESTED BY PROFESOR:

My life story (Descriptive Essay)
By: Sedelix Maldonado Ayala
Eighteen years ago, I came bounding into a world of love andlaughter. At birth, I weighted 4lbs and 2 ounces; I was as little as a real doll. I was the second child, the third grandchild, the third niece, and the primary focus of my entire extended family. My parents were married, energetic and had every good intention for their new baby girl. I grew up with opportunities for intellectual and spiritual growth, secure in the knowledge that I was loved, free fromfear, and confident that my world was close to perfect. I enjoy my life texting, on computers and in school. I dreaded cleaning, most of my spare time I share with family or watching television. What I could see from a height of three feet and what I could comprehend with the intellect and emotions of a child. This state of innocence persisted through my early teens, but changed in the fallof my first year of college. My grandfather was diagnosed with Myeloid Dysplasia Syndrome (MDS) a Bone Marrow Cancer.
From the moment my mom told me, I confronted emotions and issues that many adults have never faced. Terminal disease of a grandparent, and CANCER specifically, forced my view of the world and my sense of responsibility to take life more serious. However, in this case I did nothave the benefit of time to understand my grandfather's illness since my mom had decided not to tell me until he had developed full-blown cancer. My role in the relationship suddenly reversed.
Where I had once been the third grandchild of my grandfather, I was now the grandchild to care for him. By the spring of my first college year, I had rearranged the structure of my life; as my grandfather'sillness progressed and he became increasingly incapacitated, he depended on my mom and me a great deal.
Each weekend after school we take him to the hospital where he received blood, palettes’ transfusions and soon chemotherapy again to treat the Bone Marrow that is destroying his body. After school, I raced home to complete my homework so that I could later go to his house. There I watchedtelevision; we talked, took his temperature and administered his oral medications. Working with an ill person became second nature to me. I found myself familiar with the names of drugs like V-Fen, used to treat fungus, Hydrae, to drop one's white blood cell count, Decagon, used to prevent more bad cells and literally countless others. I came home each night after nine, yet the fatigue I felthardly touched me; I was no longer seeing through my own eyes, but through my granddad’s.
I felt his pain when he was too sick to get going on his own and always said he was fine. And I hurt for him when people stared at his bald head, a result of chemotherapy, or the mask he wore to prevent infections. I saw the end he was facing, the gradual debilitation the disease is causing, the disappointmenthe endured when people or family were cruel, fighting, disagreeing and the joy he experienced when others were kind, getting along and specially when he gets his transfusions. His face reflects life, hope and makes him want to fight the disease. I see his fear of dying, and it enters my life.
My grandfather has lived five extra months since the Acute Myeloid Leukemia kicked in (AML) he now hastwo types of Cancer.
In these five months of his life, I ‘m given the greatest gift I will ever receive: the gift of deep experience. I am now able to recognize the adversity that accompanies any good in life. My grandfather taught me about loyalty, love, and strength. Nevertheless, most importantly, he gave me the opportunity to see through his eyes, triggering compassion in me and...