I grew up with my aunt because the court determined my parents were unfit. She provided for me my entire life and raised me like I was her own. When I was a freshman in 2023 my aunt Angie got diagnosed with metastatic thyroid cancer that spread from her neck all the way down along her aorta. It was very sudden, she had no problems, no indication of cancer, everything seemed normal up until one day she needed a physical done for work. We were all caught off guard, not knowing what to do, what to expect, or even how to feel. My aunt is the one who takes care of everyone around her. Personally I didn’t know how to feel, and for a very long time I was in denial. I did not want to believe that the main person in my life could possibly be taken from me just like that. Most times I kept how I felt to myself because I could only imagine how hard it was for my aunt and I didn’t want her to worry about me. As time went on, and it got closer to her procedure, things got harder. Everything was becoming REAL, and I couldn’t keep brushing the feelings off. She was so strong through it all, most of the time it seemed as if it didn’t even phase her. It didn’t matter what they told her, or what she had to go through, she never let that stop her. She stayed strong and pushed through it all. We took things day by day, and one thing
at a time. I also felt bad because I have a weak stomach so going and seeing her in the hospital after surgery was not gonna be an option for me. I did what I could which was going with her the day of her procedure and seeing her before they took her back. That was really hard for me given the fact that I didn’t know if that was gonna be the last time I would see her again. There was so much going through my head, I didn’t know what to do or what to feel. I was angry, upset, sad, confused, and most of all I was scared. I don’t know what I would do without her. The day had finally come, we woke up early, got ready, drove to the hospital, waited, and said goodbye as they took her back for the surgery. I couldn’t stay at the hospital and wait there to hear the good or bad news. When she got out of surgery they said that everything went well. The process after was also scary. She had to do radiation, that is where she didn’t think that she was going to make it. It was hard but she got through it and was finally able to come home. Seeing her in so much pain, and struggling with everything was very different and hard to watch because she is such an independent person. Her scar was up both sides of her neck and continued down above her stomach. Therefore, her recovery process was long and hard. Seeing how she struggled to pay bills while being sick made me want to become financially independent. I got a job coaching at the YMCA, got my license, and bought my own car. Now I’m applying to a four year college to make sure I get my degree so that I can help her with anything she needs. My aunt is not in remission yet so I’m trying to help anyway I can.