It ain't a happy most important day, but kind of is. If I hadn't been diagnosed I probably would have died. When I was two, my mom realized that something wasn't right. I can't remember what she said it was, but I'm pretty sure it was that I was having frequent headaches that were very painful. She took me to a lot of doctors and they all said the same thing, it is more than likely nothing he might just be sick. One day mom had enough and demanded that the doctor run an MRI on me. They did and they found a tumor on my brain stem which was causing fluid to build upon my brain. They rushed me Le Bonheur Children's Hospital where they did emergency surgery. They put in a shunt to relieve the pressure on my brain and took a biopsy. When the biopsy results came back they said I had brain cancer so they sent me to St. Jude's Children Research Hospital where I started chemo. After years of chemo, treatments, surgeries, and complications all of my tumors are stable. I go back to St. Jude once a year to make sure everything is still stable.
My most important day was the worst day ever to my family, but if that day didn't go like it did I wouldn't be here today. Even though the day completely sucked I'm glad it happened.
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