Cancer Story

Diagnosis Day

I still remember it like it was yesterday. I was eight years old and wasn’t sure what was wrong with me but knew it was something. Only weighing 72 pounds, pale to almost ghostly looking, hardly eating and getting aches in my legs whenever I moved them. I’d tell myself maybe it’s a bad flu, what’s worse than that? At my age, the idea of a fatal disease (like cancer) didn’t come to mind. My parents noticed the issue too, my father decided to arrange an office visit with our family doctor. After evaluating me, my doctor decided to get blood work done right away. I was then told to go wait in the waiting room while my parents were taken into a separate room with the doctor. Following the meeting, I overheard my parents being told to go see another doctor and to head there immediately. My parents concerned that I might be asked to draw blood again decided to give me a break in between and to get me some food. We finally reached the next doctor and another dreadful round of blood work was drawn. Our doctor came into the examination room with my blood results in her hand then mentioning she needed to perform one more test called a bone marrow pull. It sounded scary especially when “bone” was in the name. None of us knew what was in store for me but all I remember was that it was the most painful experience ever. Think of injection that goes further than skin level and is actually pinching your bone. Yea exactly. It was painful as hell and for some reason, it seemed like it took forever. Once it was done, I was really hoping this day would end. In the waiting room again, my parents were in the other room talking with the doctor. They came out and I could tell that it wasn’t good especially seeing my mom’s face and my father consoling her. Since I didn’t know what cancer was I didn’t know how to react when I was told that was what I had. In the days following I was given more explanation, as well as the name of cancer I had; Leukemia. Treatment began a week later and I got to spend some quality time in the hospital. Not sure what to expect, I went into treatment with optimism and hope that I would get through this; no matter what. More details to come on my treatment and my experience through it all.