On January 7, 2008, my grandmother was diagnosed with stage four lung cancer. Doctors gave her six months to live. I was living in Georgia at the time; however, I was determined to revise my schedule to allow me to drive back and forth to care for her. I would drive each Thursday to Louisiana, and return in just enough time to make it back to work on Monday morning. While in Louisiana, I was in charge of my grandmother’s personal needs, keeping her comfortable, taking her to chemotherapy, and ensuring she was getting her physical therapy. I witnessed the effects of her chemotherapy: fatigue and not having the capacity to endure the torment of her
On January 7, 2008, my grandmother was diagnosed with stage four lung cancer. Doctors gave her six months to live. I was living in Georgia at the time; however, I was determined to revise my schedule to allow me to drive back and forth to care for her. I would drive each Thursday to Louisiana, and return in just enough time to make it back to work on Monday morning. While in Louisiana, I was in charge of my grandmother’s personal needs, keeping her comfortable, taking her to chemotherapy, and ensuring she was getting her physical therapy. I witnessed the effects of her chemotherapy: fatigue and not having the capacity to endure the torment of her