I was 18, had a part time job, and was attending a local community college when my world screeched to a halt. After fainting at work I went to see a doctor. I was admitted to the hospital and I knew something was very wrong with me. Two days later I learned I had Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia. I was shocked and scared but that night in the hospital I prayed to God for help and He did something amazing. He told me not to worry about it, and no matter what happened, He was in control.
I can’t explain the peace that came over me in that moment and has been with me all the way.
It stayed with me when I got steroids that made me starving all the time and unable to sleep. It calmed me when I had painful procedures to my back that made me wake up every night crying I was in so much pain. And the peace made me keep fighting when the chemo took away my appetite, energy, and, most regrettably, my beautiful long hair. I may have been bald, lonely, and more than a little moody from my medications, but I never quite fighting. There were days I felt depressed at the slow speed my life seemed to be moving at: when I just wanted to be normal again. I didn’t give up because that would mean cancer would win, and I couldn’t let that happen.
On the precious days that I did feel good, I put my time to good use making a Rapunzel dress and putting together a complete costume for my favorite princess, which included a four foot blond wig. Remission has been kind to me. I have started back up at my old job and I am signed up for spring college classes so I can complete my degree. But the best part? My hair is growing back! Woot! Cancer won’t win; not this time.
[This story was submitted anonymously.]