I am going to share with you some of my personal experiences with disease. I have had many, and they have all affected me in one way or another. I would like to share with you what I learned from them.
The first time I was diagnosed with cancer, I was only 26 years old. It was very hard for me to accept it at the time. I didn’t want to believe that I was sick, but I knew deep down inside that something was wrong.
It was the summer of 2002. I had been feeling sick for quite a while. I wasn’t sure what was wrong, but I thought maybe I had food poisoning. I went to see my doctor and he told me that I needed to get tested for cancer. I didn’t want to hear that, but he said that if I didn’t do anything about it, I could die.
So, I got tested and the results came back positive. I was shocked! My mom and dad were both there when the doctor told me the news. They both cried and hugged me. I don’t remember much after that because I was so overwhelmed by the news. I couldn’t believe it.
The next thing that happened was that my doctor recommended that I go to a specialist to talk about what they found. I was nervous to go because I didn’t know what was going to happen. I had never heard of this type of cancer before.
When I went to see the specialist, she asked me questions and did a lot of tests on me. She explained that I had breast cancer and that I had to go to the hospital to get radiation treatment. I didn’t want to go, but I knew that I had to.
At first, I was afraid that the radiation treatment wouldn’t work. I had heard stories about people who died from radiation treatment. I was scared, but I wanted to be brave. The radiation treatment was successful, though. I was cured of the cancer.
After the radiation treatment was over, I felt better than I ever had. I was happy to be alive. I had been through a lot, but I was happy to be alive.
