The History of Videl
9 years old – My mother is so frail that she is confined to her bed. My father and I keep a bedside vigil. The cancer has spread to her lungs and then throat. It is amazing, in a sick way, how something as simple as a cyst on one's ovaries can become so much. After an 18 month struggle with cancer my mother finally passes away. There was nothing the doctor's could do for her except ease her pain. My father and I are devastated. However, two months after my mother's death my maternal grandmother, my mum's mum, dies of a sudden heart attack. Doctors are baffled as to why she would have a heart attack, as there was no history of heart problems in our family. The loss of both my mother and grandmother in such small space of time tears me apart. They were the two remaining maternal figures in my life as my father's mother had die before I was born. My father throws himself into fighting and martial arts as a way of expressing his pain and closing off the losses of the last few months. I cut myself off from the world and swear that I will never get close to anyone ever again so I don't have to feel the pain I was feeling. I also throw myself into martial arts and fighting so as to express my pain.
9 years old – My mother is so frail that she is confined to her bed. My father and I keep a bedside vigil. The cancer has spread to her lungs and then throat. It is amazing, in a sick way, how something as simple as a cyst on one's ovaries can become so much. After an 18 month struggle with cancer my mother finally passes away. There was nothing the doctor's could do for her except ease her pain. My father and I are devastated. However, two months after my mother's death my maternal grandmother, my mum's mum, dies of a sudden heart attack. Doctors are baffled as to why she would have a heart attack, as there was no history of heart problems in our family. The loss of both my mother and grandmother in such small space of time tears me apart. They were the two remaining maternal figures in my life as my father's mother had die before I was born. My father throws himself into fighting and martial arts as a way of expressing his pain and closing off the losses of the last few months. I cut myself off from the world and swear that I will never get close to anyone ever again so I don't have to feel the pain I was feeling. I also throw myself into martial arts and fighting so as to express my pain.