16 years ago today I was diagnosed with cancer. I remember that day like it was yesterday...waiting in the clinic waiting room for my parents to come out of a conference room. The doctor told them the news and I remember both my parents being in tears.
I was 12 years old, and this was not what I had planned.
Is cancer ever what anyone has planned????
Long story short-those 9 months were not fun. Missing school, basketball practice, and being in the hospital way too much. I remember my Mom being there with me all the time. She stayed with me and even slept in my hospital bed.
Dad, on the other hand, not so much. He hated the whole ordeal. Hated hospitals, me being sick, and all that went along with it.
I would have one week of chemo-and 3 weeks off. Dad would visit me in the hospital, but it was always short and sweet. I knew he wasn't comfortable. He had to hold the fort at home with Katy and Sam.
I remember lots of laughs, tears, and pain. In the end-losing my hair, 1 ovary, lots of strength, and enduring lots of pain...it was a small price to pay for my life.
Dad and Mom encouraged me to have strength and faith, this is what got me through that time, and today, I am reminded by that.
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