CANCER

K wrote this for school, and brought it home for me to read. It was really neat to hear her perspective, and the way she remembers things. Some things are different like the tumor was the size of 2 softballs, the doctor only told me something was wrong; K was told at the metroplex hospital they transferred us to. etc.

Children's lives are supposed to be exciting from learning new things, exploring new worlds in books, and meeting new friends. Well, my life was changed forever when I was four years old.
I was on my bed, and it was weird because I hadn't eaten all day. I really wasn't hungry at all. The next thing I knew I tried to move my arms and legs. They wouldn't move. I tried a hundred times to get it right. I was getting frustrated, my head was going to blow. My mom figured out the same thing. She was panicking. My mom grabbed me and ran as fast as she could to the car and took me to the hospital.
My mom took me to the emergency room. She was so scared. She started biting her nails. After a few blood tests the doctor told my mom that I had cancer. It was called a grandulosa cell tumor. The tumor was wrapping around my ovary and fallopian tube. It was as big as a baseball. If they didn't get it out soon I could die.
Later, the nuse came in. She told me to drink this awful medicine. I drank it all down. My stomach churned and wanted to throw up. After, a minute or so I fell asleep and was taken into surgery.
The very next day when I woke up I was in a different room. I looked at myself and realized I had needles all over me. the nurse was going to put the chemo in me. My dad was shaking, he didn't want to hold me down, but he did anyway. I was kicking and screaming. It was a nightmare. The nurse finally put the chemo in me. I felt as light as a feather.
A couple of months later I was ok to leave the hospital. When I was on the chemo my hair fell out, but when I was off the chemo my hair started to come back. People would tell my parents that I was a cute boy; but I wasn't.
In conclusion, it taught me that God saved my life for a purpose. He could of let me die, but he didn't. I was a kid that could do anything. I wasn't just ordinary. I was a SURVIVOR!

I wanted to share this since we are only a couple of days away from the celebration of 14 years of life; 10 as a survivor! We are so blessed!