Breastcancer Stories

Ego kill. Have you ever heard this word before? There is a time where we only focused on ourself especially our pain and what we loved. Until we hurt others by our inconsideration and our sight that blinded with pain.

Victoria Nicole-Grace Waterson struggled a lot growing up. She has anxiety and asthma. She lost her mother to breast cancer and she couldn't cope. She became anorexic and had to go to rehab for a year. She came back and her and her father moved for a fresh start. She met a girl, Harleigh Marie Paige, and they became close. Harleigh had the perfect life or so they thought. They found out something extraordinary.

Claire needs a biopsy for possible breast cancer in a foreign country. It sucks. But then she meets an unlikely guardian angel... This short story that reminds us there are great, ordinary people on this planet. It is closely based on a true story.

Jordyn Emery discovered she had breast cancer halfway through her senior year of high school. Five months into chemotherapy, she arrives home from treatment only to realize that today is the date of her long-awaited prom. She's immediately disappointed by the fact that she won't make it. However, there's a little surprise waiting for her on the other side of the door.

Christmas always full of glee. Unwrapped toys and joys. It also can be a emotional time. I lost my father and mother past Christmas Eve. My family is gone, only thee. I am still alive and I am here to share my story. -Lynzee Fawn (15)

Something small can influence your further life greatly. The plans for your future turned upside down. The memories revisited, the regret sometimes turning into shame and the good times overshadowed by sudden apprehension. Hope is not lost: the trouble can be preceded. But difficult decisions have to made, one way or another, before it's too late. This is a story about how I came to know about cancer running in my family and how I was swept in the world of mutations, percentages, reconstruction possibilities and difficult choices.

Skyler was a poor sixteen year old girl with long cascading brown wavy hair that ended right above her waistline. Rosy high cheek bones dominant on her stunning sun-kissed curved body. Her large stormy grey eyes observed and calculated her surroundings ever since the incident that haunts her till date. When her heart was shattered to pieces and her life came crumbling apart. The moment the police officers set foot on her front porch, giving her the devastating news: a tow truck driven by a drunk driver had crashed into her father's vehicle, (when he was coming back from the diner he worked in) leading to his sudden death. Fatherless, she was left to carry all the pressures of life onto her petite shoulders, along with the fact that her mother had been a breast cancer patient for the past 5 years. Desperately in need of money, she immediately searched for a job, however wasn't successful. She had gone to diners, cafes, stores, offices, schools... everywhere she could think of. Yet young Skyler wasn't qualified and didn't reach the limits to the managers' satisfied standards. Day and night, she pleaded with tears hoping to persuade the managers, informing them about her mother's feeble state, but would always come back home with no success. Helplessly looking through websites, she came across 'Baby sitter needed immediately for the Andersons' written in big bold letters. Excitement coursed through her slim body as she instantly dialed the number and asked if they were still in need of a babysitter. Within minutes, she was hired to baby sit the youngest son of the Anderson family- Cody. Skyler was relieved to have found a job, yet she was hardly ever able to pay for the bills along with the chemotherapy. Find out what happens with Skyler, her mother and the Anderson family

An autobiography of my mother's battle with breast cancer from my point of view.

People always ask me why I'm always dedicating my time to other people. I honestly don't know the answer. But that would soon change. ----- I was assigned to write a script for my theater class, and I decided to post it here as well, so here it is! Hope you enjoy! ----- Note: The formatting is a bit off, but it should be readable. If you wish, I can share the document with you so that it's a bit clearer.

This story is a fiction story about the life of Reba and Narvel Blackstock. It will alternate point of views between Reba and Narvel, maybe a few others, each telling the scene in their own way. There is moderate cussing in this story.

My mouring heart grows in worry for her. I hate breast cancer.

Mendung 12 februari 2021 "Remuk hati dan pikiran akan hari ini yang kukira semuanya baik-baik saja ternyata menyakitkan. Kubuka amplop hasil biopsi dari dr. Bedahku bergetar tanganku akan hasil dari lembar kertas putih ini, benar hasilnya menyayat hati hasil biopsi "cammae dextra grate II". Tangisanku pecah kupeluk suamiku yg wajahnya jelas tidak baik-baik saja. Rumah Kupandangi diriku, kulihat sekelilingku semuanya tampak biasa hanya diri ini yang tidak biasa. Sakit akan keadaan takut akan kenyataan, yang dipikiranku hanya terlintas kematian. "Breast cancer" knp dari sekian banyak manusia di dunia harus saya? Keluhanku pada tuhanku. Apa yang kurasa apa yg akan kualami tidak pernah terlintas di pikiranku akan seperti ini.

Breast Cancer has been one of the most painful things to see happen to my grandmother. This is the best I could do when it comes to my feelings.

Noah is living his dream of spreading his band's music. On the road touring and working on new music. But there is something that is always missing. Or maybe someone. Leah has a lot of responsibility. Her mom has cancer. Breast Cancer to be exact. She has had to help take care of her since her dad has never been in the picture. This isn't what she imagined for herself, but she would do anything for her family. Even if it means giving up hopes of being with a certain someone. A tale of fame and friends to lovers. How will they make it work? Is it worth losing a lifelong friend if there's a chance at a lifelong love?