Over the years, everything--even honoring my grandmother--had become second to school and grades.
I started to believe that academic perfection would be the only way to redeem myself in her eyes--to make up for what I had not done as a granddaughter.
However, a simple walk on a hiking trail behind my house made me open my own eyes to the truth.
I want to be there as an oncologist to remind them to take a walk once in a while, to remember that there’s so much more to life than a disease.
While I physically treat their cancer, I want to lend patients emotional support and mental strength to escape the interruption and continue living.
Through my work, I can accept the shovel without burying my grandmother’s memory.
I am on Oxford Academy’s Speech and Debate Team, in both the Parliamentary Debate division and the Lincoln-Douglass debate division.
You have your ironed briefs for your businessmen, your soft cottons for the average, and hemp-based underwear for your environmental romantics.
But underwear do not only tell us about who we are, they also influence our daily interactions in ways most of us don't even understand.
Upon our first meeting, she opened up about her two sons, her hometown, and her knitting group--no mention of her disease.
Without even standing up, the three of us—Ivana, me, and my grandmother--had taken a walk together.