Lucy Grealy tells of her years as a child and adult living with Ewing’s sarcoma, a deadly form of cancer with only a fiver percent survival rate. Grealy in her writing manages to evoke in me feelings of pain and anger. The pain that Lucy, as a nine year old had to learn to cope. Anger towards those who harassed and taunted her for many years of her life. I felt a sense of empathy as she tried to sublimate her pain and constantly get out of it. I cried as she retold her stories of being in and out of the hospital. I thought to myself how could a young girl at such a young age endure all this pain and suffering. Questions arose and my perception of the world changed. How can the world have people who are so cruel? As my tears rolled down my chin
