All We Need Is a Little Love and a Lot of Luck
I was 15 when I first noticed the tightness in my right leg. It was mild at first, but as the winter of 2005-06 progressed, the mild tightness grew into something worse. I began to wake every night because my leg was so tight. After weeks of this, my parents decided it was time to do something.
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When I was first diagnosed, I never wanted to leave my room. It wasn’t because I didn’t necessarily feel good. It was because I didn’t want to meet people. At 15, I understood that not all the children on my floor were going to survive.
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Two months earlier I had just finished my treatment for my first cancer. It was a 10-month journey filled with two spine surgeries, countless chemotherapy treatments and five weeks of radiation. During those 10-months I developed a fondness for my pain medication. I didn’t have that much pain that night, but I was sad and feeling alone.
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