Less is said, however, about how and why we might stop telling the story. My father called them Nazi boots. Her body had been through a lot, including countless surgeries and treatments that made her grow weaker and weaker.
At the age of eight, I already had lost two very important people in my life to cancer.
I joined a discussion forum for bladder cancer patients and posted numerous entries in that first cancer year. The content of these entries was similar to those I posted in two other venues in which I wrote about my cancer: a support forum and a blog.
Life seemed uneventful for the next couple months, until I experienced their funerals. As narrative psychology has shown, selfhood is a process of narration.
As the Paramedics left the room, they sadly instructed us to say our goodbyes and that they would be back shortly. My grandma had always brought happiness and strength to others and I feel as my guardian angel she just did just that, helping me cope.
Modern medicine excels at beginnings. In WriteWork. Good topic.