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Personal Narrative: My Battle With Cancer
Cancer. I remember the first time I heard that word from my doctor. I had just been diagnosed with Osteosarcoma, a fancy name for bone cancer. My doctor was in the process of telling me how they were going to treat me and how everything was going to be okay. However, I could only focus on that one word, cancer. It’s a hard word for an ambitious 15 year old to swallow. Especially one who was just about to begin their sophomore year of high school.There are a lot of challenges that come with cancer and I wasn’t able to overcome all of them. However, through my battle with cancer I was prepared for anything that life threw my way. Most children diagnosed with cancer are more likely to repeat a grade, face learning disabilities, lack close friends, …show more content…
Not everything was a cake walk. When my blood counts were down and when I wasn’t able to overcome challenges I became isolated and depressed. I got angry at myself cause I wasn’t able to accomplish something that I wanted to. I became someone who was jealous because I was forced to be in the hospital doing nothing when all my friends were out having fun. It was a dark time in my life and there were several times when I wanted to give up. When I didn’t want to fight anymore. When I didn’t see the light at the end of the tunnel and didn’t see any purpose in continuing. It during this low point that one of my friends introduced me to Jimmy Valvano and Stuart Scott. Two very prolific men fighting cancer. While researching these men I came across quotes that motivated me to continue fighting. The Valvano quote that fueled the fire within was, “Don’t give up, don’t ever give up.” It is such a simple quote yet at the time it was exactly what I needed. Then I was hit by this quote from Stuart Scott, “You beat cancer by how you live, why you live, and in the manner in which you live.” These quotes opened my eyes and motivated me to continue even when I was feeling alone. They helped me overcome the challenge of depression. They mean so much to me that every morning I wake up I read them and remind myself what I have overcome and the testimony that

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