In 1999 I was a normal 15 year old girl with not a care in the world. Worrying about what to wear, how to do my hair, who is going out with who, what was I going to do that weekend.....until one evening things were put into perspective. I had been at a high school basketball game with friends when I started experiencing a migraine. I got a ride home and proceeded to watch a movie. Did not get past opening credits when I started to lose feeling in my left arm. The tingling sensation rapidly spread up through my face and I was able to yell to my parents just before they found me at the bottom of the stairs, (as a parent now myself I cannot imagine finding my child like this) curled up having convulsions. Once I came to the paramedics were there and said I had experienced a grand mal seizure. A what??? What in the world is that I thought to myself! Once I got to the ER more scans were run and I experienced another seizure, I was immediately taken to the Children's Hospital. Once an MRI was done they found a small tumor in top frontal part of brain. Surgery was scheduled and doctors were in and out of the room constantly since apparently it was a rare tumor. Mom kept joking that they were going to make a movie out of me! Surgey was successful and tumor was removed by my brilliant doctor! A week in the hospital after that and then back home where the house was like a small florist packed with balloons, flowers, cards, stuffed animals and visitors. It was so surreal. I still could not process what just happened to me. I never asked any questions and just went along with everything assuming the doctors and my parents knew what was best for me.
I had monthly scans that turned into yearly scans with good news each time...until I was a senior in College and went back home for a routine scan. It had been 6 years and since I had passed the 5 yr mark I thought I was golden. Sadly I was mistaken. The tumor had returned...same size, same location. So spring break of my senior year in college I underwent surgery again. Another succesful surgery...this time followed by radition. It has now been 8 years and I am still cancer free.
I try to appreciate the little things in life and hope and pray that I will see my kids grow into adults. I believe I am a fighter and I will continue to fight!