What is the Significance Of Courage and Hope?
This is the question we are going to attempt to answer throughout our course together and this is the place we are going to do it! This project is going to require you to be open, and to be honest. Here you can get to know the sound of your own voice and to share that voice with others and maybe...just maybe we can learn a little more about each other and this thing called LIFE!
Monday, 4 April 2016
Having Hope In Dark Times
Courage and hope is something
we all have in our lives so that we can get though difficult times. Three or so
years ago my brother was diagnosed with a type two brain tumor, it was a very
scary time for me and my family. In August I was at a party with my friends
when my dad told me something serious was wrong with my brother. When I got
home they had told me he had a brain tumor and he had to go up the children’s
hospital the following day. For a while I stayed with my best friend; we’ve been
friends since grade one, so her family knew mine pretty well. When I was staying
there my step dad came to the door and talked to her mom about what was going
on. He told her that my brother may not be the same, he could become a
vegetable and not be able to do anything. This made me really freaked out, but
I hoped and prayed that everything would be okay. I got support from every one
around me, mostly my grandparents and my friends. The night before the surgery
my dad's friend brought my brother his favorite food to make him feel loved
and hopeful that everything would turn out well. The next day in the waiting
room we waited in anticipation for hours to find out how it went. The surgeons
came out from the ICU and told every one the good news. We went and saw him
later, he was laying there with tubes and wires all over him, his head was
shaved with a huge bandage around it.
When I looked at him it didn’t look like my brother anymore; I started
to tear up, so I walked away. I didn’t want my parents to see me this sad, and I
wanted to be strong and hopeful for everyone. A week later he was able to come
home. I remember him telling me it was one of the worst times of his life. I
helped him get through it by doing whatever he wanted. I feel like this gave
him happiness and hope for getting better. Eventually he went for radiation
treatments, he told me that it made him feel very sick. He would lay awake for
all hours of the night trying to sleep, but his wondering and imaginative mind
wouldn’t let him. During the school days it would just be me going to school, and I
was sad because I liked seeing my brother there. I hoped he would get better
soon. Thankfully everything turned out perfectly, he is the same person but
better. Before cancer we got along fine, but now we are like best friends.
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