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Thanks, Bobby -- from this childhood Leukemia survivor! 🎗❤️
#personal#childhood cancer awareness month#Leukemia survivor#childhood cancer survivor#bobby dalbec#woo sox#woosox#worcester#worcester red sox#September
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Hey all, I am a disabled childhood acute lymphoblastic leukemia survivor with RA, fibro, and various mobility issues related to chemo as a very young child.
I used to run. I used to hike. I used to go out herping and just enjoy nature. Now I can barely walk around my own backyard.
I desperately need mobility aids for not only my physical health, but my mental health.
I only need about $180 to get crutches from M+D to greatly improve my life.
Please donate here if you can or ask me for my venmo.
If you donate, message me and I will make you a personalized meme from my own personal collection of silly pet photos.
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Feel free to check out my store link here: http://tee.pub/lic/AhSxQFzsSZs
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One Year Farther Away -- One Year Closer
Today is my three-year end-of-treatment anniversary. The photo on the left was taken on the first day of treatment, November 5, 2019. The photo on the right was taken on the last day of treatment, April 1, 2020. If I can continue to survive for another seven years without disease progression, I may never need treatment again.
Chemotherapy was not unpleasant for me, for which I am grateful. Oh, sure, there was that 4-day hospital stay between the 4th and 5th cycles of treatment, but I survived that. CLL makes managing life a challenge, particularly as I am more susceptible to infections of any kind. I am grateful for my close friends who check in on me and who understand the mental health challenges of needing to isolate when I would rather not.
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Sweat & Oil
#ffxiv#ffxiv screenshots#my screenshots#ffxiv oc#oc: tandem chorus#finger guns#it sure is leukemia awareness month#wishing i could do more for it as a leukemia survivor
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This month I am officially 10 years off chemo for my acute leaukemia.
As grateful as I am to have survived with the amazing help of nurses and doctors who I am eternally thankful for being a childhood cancer survivor has come with its various challenges but they seem to grow less significant as I grow and 10 years later I am much more knowledgeable about how my cancer has affected me and how to deal with this although I still have a long way to go.
With the release of deadpool 3 which I am VERY hyped for I thought a tribute to the #fuckcancer pink suit that helped raise money for the cause would be suitable (haha do you get it) and who doesn’t like pink????
I am extremely privileged to have had this treatment so I want to use this post as a platform to share some gofundme links to families and people suffering from the genocide in Palestine who due to the violence by Israel cannot access medical care I hope you take the time to read their stories and donate if you can.
Thank you 🎗️
#childhood cancer#cancer survivor#chemotherapy#chemo tw#fuck cancer#free palestine#palestinewillbefree🇵🇸#palestine🇵🇸#from the river to the sea palestine will be free#all eyes on palestine#all eyes on rafah#all eyes on gaza#my art#deadpool#deadpool 3#deadpool and wolverine#deadpool 2#cancer support#leukemia#🇵🇸
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I felt very sad yesterday but today is a new day and I am feeling much more positive and at peace. I want to lose weight but I don't hate myself. I have leukemia but I'm not gonna die any day soon.
I do still feel that the likelihood now is that I will be single for the rest of my life, which is a harsh prospect at 37... but yesterday I realised there is basically no way anyone, male, female, non-binary etc, will want to start dating me while I have leukemia, it's just 'too much'. And with the leukemia it will never be 'cured' all I can hope for is remission. I do think people who's partners get leukemia would stick by them but I just don't think any new relationships could happen for me. And that makes me sad... because I really wanted to find someone who would love me as loyally as I love them...
But! No point dwelling on something I have no control over! So instead I'll accept that romantic love is over for me, but all the other kinds of love: friendship, family, children, pets - those are still available to me and a huge blessing for me. So I will focus on giving my love in platonic ways out into the world.
I can still daydream about romantic love, but I now know it's just that, a sweet dream that will never be. And I'll be okay.
Because I have myself. And I will build a beautiful life. And I will be love and I will be hope. I will help people and care for myself as well. Today I'm going to have a day spa day. I will help my child with their game design and game coding. I will eat healthy food to nourish my body. I will take the 3rd dose of my life saving medicine. I will pat my pet kitty. I will live.
#journal#giving up on love#leukemia#leukaemia#personal#cancer survivor#chronic myeloid leukemia#daydream#single#single for life#hopesparks#platonic love
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Foods for Cancer Patients with No Appetite
Cancer treatments often lead to a decreased appetite, making proper nutrition challenging. Maintaining adequate nutrition is crucial for supporting overall health and recovery. Here are some effective strategies and nutrient-dense foods to help cancer patients with low appetites.
How Cancer Affects Appetite:
Nausea and Vomiting: Common side effects that make eating difficult.
Changes in Taste and Smell: Treatments can alter food preferences.
Fatigue: Reduces energy for meal preparation and eating.
Mouth Sores: Painful sores can hinder eating.
Digestive Issues: Bowel changes can impact appetite and nutrient absorption.
Importance of Nutrition:
Maintains Strength and Energy: Supports daily activities.
Supports Immune Function: Helps fight infections.
Promotes Healing: Aids in recovery and tissue repair.
Manages Side Effects: Certain foods can alleviate symptoms.
Improves Quality of Life: Enhances mood and overall well-being.
Nutrient-Dense Foods:
Protein-Rich Foods: Eggs, Greek yogurt, tofu, tempeh, beans, and lentils.
Healthy Fats: Avocado, nuts, seeds, olive oil, coconut milk, and nut butters.
Complex Carbohydrates: Whole grains, legumes, fruits, vegetables, sweet potatoes, and whole grain bread.
Strategies to Improve Appetite:
Small, Frequent Meals: Less overwhelming and easier to manage.
Enhance Flavor and Texture: Use spices, try different cooking methods, and serve at room temperature.
Stay Hydrated: Drink water, herbal teas, and eat hydrating foods like watermelon and oranges.
Maintaining nutrition is essential for cancer patients, even with a reduced appetite. Consult a healthcare provider or dietitian for personalized advice.
Read the full blog here.
#cancer#immune deficiency disorders#lymphoma#multiple myelomas#platelet disorders#leukemia#sickle cell anemia#thalassemia#blood clotting#malignant disorders#aplastic anemia#blood cancer treatment in india#cancer survivor#foods for cancer patients
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The best thing to chillax with in the leukemia ward-
I swear girls with cancer are the prettiest things ever
Including me :3
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If you're a cancer survivor, there is a side effect of treatment that many people are not aware of.
And, the side effect that I often think is the change that has taken place to my hormones, leading to weight gain.
I follow a few tags here on Tumblr that pertain to weight loss and working out because I love being inspired by others. But, it is disheartening seeing ED content.
I can say that in the past year, I have tried losing weight in unhealthy ways to no avail.
What actually helps me lose weight after chemo and being on Prednisone (a steroid) is lifting weights, walking, swimming, and going on the stair machine at the gym. I also had an active job this year too, which involved me working in a very fast-paced role.
Yes, it turns out that working out and moving around a lot throughout the day burns a lot of calories. I also try to limit my sugar and keep a rough estimate of how many calories I'm consuming at a healthy amount.
As a short woman (5'3), I limit my calories to about 2,000 a day, and try to burn about 300 or more calories through walking and working.
This has helped me way more than restricting and being on a strict diet. I eat what I want within reason and enjoy my life. I try not to stress out over food, but I still eat mainly healthy, whole foods.
I see ED posts on here about girls who cry because their moms made them dinner. That is just so sad.
We are here to love life and enjoy food. Our experiences are a blessing.
In conclusion, my hormones have changed a lot since chemo. And, being active and eating healthy is the only thing that allows me to lose weight. Restriction does not work with my current metabolism at all!
#long post incoming#a rant about EDs and weight loss after cancer#cancer survivor#workout#motivation#inspiration#healthy eating#health#chemo#metabolism#slow metabolism#exercise#disabled#disability#aml#leukemia#food#eds#recovery#personal#about me#walking#walks#nature walks#weight loss#cancer
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After over half a year of hardly being able to listen to his voice, I’m watching animatics of Techno clips. Man, I miss him, but he did so much while he was here that it would be disrespectful of me to try to avoid it. Miss you, Mr Blade, but keep up the good work with killing (former/current) world leaders, wherever you are. Thank you for everything you did, and everything your legacy still does now.
#cancer is… rough for me to say the least.#i have a younger sibling who’s a survivor (leukemia) and many more relatives who weren’t so lucky#i’ve seen firsthand how it affects people- both them and their families#i’ve taken part in fundraisers since I was in kindergarten#and something on this insane a scale is just… my heart is so full
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From the Olympics to Leukemia: Inspiring Journey of a Dallas Athlete
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Against All Odds
“Catch me, Dad!” I squealed as I leapt from the banister of the stairs. He caught me in his arms and twirled me around till the room got fuzzy and my stomach hurt from laughter.
My mother glowered at him from the glass door of her home office.
“Throw her around like that and she’ll be at the hospital in seconds!”
Dad’s sweet chortling always brought me to my senses. If I were ever comatosed, the sound would jolt me awake like a lightning bolt.
“That’s if she fell. She’ll never fall, because I’ll never let her go.”
~~~
The immediate jerk of the plane woke me up from my reminiscence straight away. I cracked my neck to one side and groaned at the splitting sound.
When the pilot announced take-off, I didn’t think my heart could pound any louder than it already was. I picked at the skin around my thumb, and when that got too marred, I toyed with the hem of my athletic shirt.
Did I want to spend my Saturday morning on an aircraft with a parachute strapped to my back? Not really. In hindsight, did I have a choice?
Well, yes. I did.
You chose to be here, and you aren’t getting off of this plane until you jump off from it at twelve thousand feet.
That didn’t necessarily mean I wasn’t allowed to let my anxiety take over as we bounced against the rough gravel while the jet accelerated.
Maybe I can do this. Maybe I am cut out for this.
All diverting thoughts flew away from my brain as soon as I felt the plane lift from the ground and into the air.
Ican’tdothisIcan’tdothisIcan’tdothis-
“Miss? Are…are you okay?”
I didn’t even bother checking where the voice came from, or even confirming if the comment was directed towards me.
“Just peachy,” I breathed.
The voice laughed. “It’s not that bad, trust me. I’ve-”
I lurched forward when the aircraft suddenly plummeted towards the ground. I felt sharp nails digging into my forearm to keep me from shooting straight across the six feet of space we had between the benches.
All I heard over the speaker was “minor” and “turbulence”. Only one of them made sense to me, and it definitely wasn’t minor.
When the plane came to a stop on the runway, I turned to my right. The “voice” came from a tall(er) woman. Her swirly brown hair was pulled back into a braid and her eyes were warm and friendly. They reminded me of freshly baked cookies near a fireplace with cozy blankets.
“I’m Kahani. Aani for short. You?” She asked with her outstretched and perfectly manicured hand.
“Kiele. Nice to meet you.” She smiled and her nose ring glinted in the sunlight shining through the windows.
“We should likely be back in the air by… an hour tops?” She looked out the window and nodded her head. “No more aircrafts available for today.”
“How are you so sure?”
She tapped at the embroidery on her shirt. “I’m your instructor. The pilot’s my dad. I come over here to volunteer once a month or so. Even have my own license! Well, obviously, or else I couldn’t qualify to be your instructor,” she laughed. She leaned forward on her hand. “So, what are you doing here? I mean, you’re probably here to skydive, but by the looks of it, it doesn’t seem like you enjoy heights very much. No offense.”
I shrugged. “None taken. I’m fine with heights, but I think the thought of jumping to my doom from twelve thousand feet in the air is enough to nauseate a lot of people.”
She grinned. “Interesting, but you didn’t answer the question. Why are you here, then?”
“If I really had to elaborate, it would be a long story. I’ll run it down--”
“Ah--stop right there,” she said, her finger moving side to side. “We’ve got an hour.” She crossed her legs. “Hit me with it.”
I thought about it. Did I really want to share my entire life story with someone I just met two minutes ago? Aani seemed like a nice person, and my priority voice in my head kept nagging at me.
Kiele, you run an awareness program. So, spread awareness!
I smiled and drummed my fingers against my phone case.
“Where should I start?”
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The day I was diagnosed with stage three leukemia was, needless to say, the most god awful day of my life.
I’d been sitting there at my kitchen countertop. I was seventeen and was doing what most normal teenagers would be doing in March: scouring college websites, tours, and program offers. I didn’t think my life could even get more infuriating after I’d learned my dad wouldn’t be coming home for another week. It didn’t really warrant me to sulk like a three-year-old and refuse to eat dinner, but I was too upset to care.
After a few hours of trying to get me to eat, even my own mother had given up and crashed on her desk in her office. No matter how hungry I was, I spurned away the plate she’d set in front of me.
Thinking back, maybe I should’ve eaten. Maybe I would’ve allowed myself a few more weeks of what I thought to be peace and what I called calmness.
I remember slamming open the door to her office and violently shaking my mom so she’d wake up. Even at four in the morning, she was still pretty vigilant and on her guard.
Blood was dripping in splotches all over the floor and various documents from my nose, and no matter how much pressure she put on it, she couldn’t get it to stop.
Half an hour later, she was running the speed limit with the GPS blaring directions out to the nearest hospital. My hands were trembling and I was cowering in trepidation as tears started pooling in my eyes.
“Kiele Iokua, get yourself together. It’s one nosebleed that I drove you all the way over here for, nothing is going to happen. It’s nothing serious. It’s just like the rest,” she sighed.
The rest were never this bad. The rest never sanctioned a trip to the hospital.
I don’t remember when we’d entered the hospital, checking in, or even the doctor telling my mom to leave the room. I don’t even remember when they took my blood to the lab or the moments I sat there with waves of unease crashing over my body.
I just remember those words that turned my life a full one-eighty degrees.
“I’m…extremely sorry to deliver this news, but… we…we’ve diagnosed you with stage three leukemia. Now, we know this may be…”
I wasn’t listening to whatever the doctor was saying, likely about how things would be okay. And maybe, if I’d truly listened, they would’ve been.
But all I could think about was how things would never be okay. How was it possible to tell a seventeen year old that their life was being threatened by a fatal disease?
Nothing could have ever prepared me for that day, even if I had more time to be a normal person before I found out.
My dad was called in from his week-long business trip, and I thought about how a few hours ago, it would’ve made me the happiest person in the entire world. I didn’t think anything could ever achieve that again.
I hadn’t moved for over six hours, and the doctors had started to get worried. Even Mom went out and had gotten cupcakes from Crumble Bliss to “cheer” me up. How were you supposed to cheer someone up after that?
I didn’t even budge when Dad’s arms were wrapped around me so tight that I couldn’t breathe.
It was only when my parents had discussed chemo treatment with the doctors and everyone had left the room, the tears started rolling. I must’ve sobbed and sobbed and sobbed for hours that night based on how swollen my eyes were the next morning.
My parents sent an email to my high school about the situation. My entire future that I had planned was practically gone. Forget about deciding on a college-- I wouldn’t even be able to go to college.
I thought that maybe after the chemo, I’d feel better. It only got worse.
After every appointment, I didn’t feel any different. The doctors reassured me that my body was fighting and it would take time to see those results pay off, but I grew more bitter and angrier every second I spent in that hospital.
I was rude to the nurses and all the physicians who tried to help me. I screamed at them, cried at them, and even kicked at them when they tried to help me. The only person that could manage two words with me on good days was Dad.
My Dad visited the hospital whenever he could. He cut all his meetings short just to see me and always brought a cupcake or a snack that he knew I loved.
He held my hand and said that it would be okay, but even he knew it wouldn’t.
If that wasn’t bad enough, the hair fall started.
Everytime I ran my hands through the dark locks of my scalp, clumps of hair threaded between my fingers and easily slipped out. By the end of the month, my once thick and long hair was as thin as a twig.
My dad came on the first weekend in April and held my hands.
“Kiele, it’s okay, it’ll grow back before you know it, alright? You’ll be-”
I snapped. I didn’t know what it was that made me lose my temper that day, but I couldn’t take it anymore.
“No! No, it won’t be okay! Stop pretending like it is, alright? You don’t know what it’s like-- you’ll never know what it’s like. Do you know how hard it is to deal with the fact that I have cancer? Just leave me alone!” My voice cracked near the end of my words and I shoved Dad away until he left.
He still visited whenever he could after my meltdown, and my mom came by with him to try to get me out of my gloom.
My embittered attitude only made the cancer worse as months went by. I was rude to anyone who even tried to speak to me, not realizing how much pain I’d been causing them-- and more importantly, how much pain I was causing myself.
The doctors didn’t know if I’d ever recover, but they’d said it was unlikely after a few months, and I soon might’ve entered stage four.
They hadn’t told me, but I’d overheard them telling my parents in the waiting room. Anger flooded through me like it did every other day, and I pitied myself day after day, wondering why I was the one stuck with cancer-- what I did so painfully wrong that landed me in this mess.
A week after that day, I was wandering around the hospital with my IV bag stand rolling next to me. Even after six months, that aftershock still didn’t wear off. I was spiraling into a whirlpool of depression and agony, and it seemed like there was no return.
I’d stopped short in my tracks right before I was about to turn the corner.
Soft sniffles came from one of the seats, and it was one of the nurses-- one the nurses who was assigned to my ward.
I looked at the room across from her and saw a young boy-- who couldn’t be more than seven-- swatting away the pills in a nurse’s hand.
“No! I don’t want it! It won’t help me, okay? Nothing will help! It’s only going to get worse!” He cried aloud. He kicked and screamed and shrieked at anyone who tried to touch him, and even kicked one nurse in the face. He threw so many hurtful insults at them that even my mind started to react to them, even when they weren’t directed at me.
How could…someone say things so…hurtful?
How could that someone…be me?
At that moment, it was like a freight train hit my body.
I was a horrible person. I was so vile and churlish and so… insolent. I’d taken out all my bottled up resentment at something so out of anyone’s control and unleashed it out on everyone who’d just wanted to help me.
It was then that I decided to suck it up and start to be happy, or at least pretend to, even if I wasn’t. Going through cancer was the hardest point of my life, but that gave me no reason to be such a jerk to people who loved me.
Optimism didn’t completely get rid of that loneliness I’d always felt in the beginning, but it was the first step.
Even pretending to be happy tricked me into thinking everything was fine, sometimes. I decorated my room with pictures of my family and things I loved, and the nurses even helped me with my new change.
“We’re proud of you Kiele. Keep fighting,” one of them smiled at me.
I talked to the doctors and my nurses every chemo session to keep me distracted. They’d told me about their lives, their family, their friends, and news outside of the hospital. I’d slowly gone from pretending to be hopeful, to truly believing it.
I’d even told my Dad that I was sorry for being so difficult. That day, I shaved off all the remaining hair on my head, and looked at my Dad in the mirror with tears as he soon followed.
The positive mindset I followed did wonders to my mental health-- and maybe even my physical.
I went from waking up every morning and asking myself “why I have to be sick” or “why can’t I be like everyone else”, to appreciating everyone around me and being confident that I could fight back.
There was still one problem.
I’d forgotten where the room was, but it wasn’t hard to find it again after I followed the
shouts echoing down the hallway at night.
A nurse came out with a dejected look from the room, but quickly replaced it with a nod and a smile when she saw me. I gently grabbed her wrist.
“Could you tell me… what you were trying to get him to do? That boy in there,” I asked.
“He won’t take his medication for today. I’ve tried so much, but I just… he won’t. I-”
I smiled. “I’ll take care of it.”
With that, I rapped my knuckles softly against the door. When no one answered, I clicked open the door and walked in.
“Go away! I said I didn’t--” the boy stopped yelling when he saw me. “You’re not a nurse,” he said.
“You’re right, I’m not. I just came here to talk to you. Can I sit here?” I asked him, patting the spot at the foot of his bed. He gingerly nodded.
“Can I ask you…why are you so sad?”
“Huh?”
“You’re feeling a lot of emotions, I know. I know what it-”
Immediately, he lashed out at me. “No you don’t! Stop it! Stop saying you know what it feels like!” Tears were cascading down his cheeks and my heart cracked a little, knowing those were the words that came out of my mouth not too long ago.
I flinched a little, hurt at his sudden outburst. “You have Crohn's disease, right? That doctor told me. I can’t really say that I completely know what it feels like… but I think I have an idea,” I tentatively said, hoping he wouldn’t burst into a fit of tears again.
“How?” He glared at me.
“A few months ago, I was diagnosed with stage three leukemia. Blood cancer. It was the worst day of my life. I felt like there was nothing in the world that could make me feel like a normal person again.
Just like you, I was filled with hatred and acerbity towards everyone. I yelled at the nurses, the doctors, and even my own parents. I think I even made them cry sometimes,” I said. I didn’t like thinking about those memories-- it reminded me of the person I used to be, and I didn’t want to be that person anymore.
He blinked at me. “I don’t know who my parents are. A volunteering camp raised money for some of us to receive treatment here,” he said, his voice wavering.
“Do…do I make the nurses cry? Did I hurt their feelings?”
I decided not to sugarcoat it. “Yes, you did, but it’s okay. It’s hard to live in this world and think about why we had to be the unfortunate ones, isn’t it? I hated it, and I still dislike having cancer. I lost energy, my friends, and even my hair. It took me a while to get over that. But I like to think about something-- do you wanna know what it is?”
He hesitated, but then nodded. “We were chosen to carry these burdens because we’re stronger than anyone else. Fighting back isn’t something just anyone could do, you know that? Overcoming these challenges will only make us even more powerful. The only thing stopping that is yourself,” I said, pointing at him with my finger. “You have the ability to change that-- you just have to believe. Be hopeful. Be idealistic. Be optimistic.”
We shared a few minutes of silence before I spoke again.
“Will you take your meds now?”
He reached over for the glass of water next to him and firmly nodded.
“I…I’m sorry. For yelling at you,” he said, not making eye contact with me.
“Apology accepted, but I don’t think it's me that you should be apologizing to, right?”
“Right.”
~~~
After Jun expressed his regret to all the nurses, I found out that he was pretty sweet. Once I’d made a friend, the hospital didn’t feel so lonely anymore--even if my friend was a seven year old kid.
Jun and I took walks around the hospital facilities and sometimes even the central rotunda parks, when both of us were feeling up for it. I spent time in his room, and he spent time in mine. He even came to some of my chemo sessions to talk to me. His company was fresh and we found solace in each other.
He’d never learned, so sometimes, I took him to the library and taught him how to read and write. It was tough, considering he had occasional severe stomach aches and I was still battling the rapid cell growth in my body, but we made it work. Jun was a fast learner, and it made me happy to see him grow so much over a few months.
Seemingly, I started feeling better after the continuous chemotherapy, and before I knew it, almost two years had passed since I first inhabited the facilities.
Even Jun showed some change-- not a lot, but it was a start that made us happy. I introduced him to my Dad, and he was more than happy to keep Jun entertained.
He bought card games, books, and loads of activities every month to the hospital. He’d spend hours in my room with Jun curled up next to him, telling us both stories and playing games. It felt silly that I was nineteen years old and I was playing Hungry Hippos with a kid instead of being in college studying for midterms, but I didn’t care.
After a while, I was permitted to stay at my home to transition to outpatient care and continue my treatment in scheduled sessions during the week. I was elated. After so long, it was a dream come true, but I thought about Jun. As much as I didn’t want to leave him, both my parents wanted me to come home for so long, I just couldn’t deny them.
I walked into Jun’s room one day, half expecting him to throw a tantrum when I told him the news. Instead, to my surprise, he hugged me. “You taught me that positivity is the best medicine, and I want to share it with others. You deserve this after being stuck here so long. You’ll visit, right?” He looked up at me with his gray eyes and tousled brown hair. I smiled.
“All the time.”
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I didn’t feel that I was ready to start going to school in person, so I finished high school online. I got my diploma, and even had a private graduation party that Jun was invited to.
My life seemed to get better from then on. I wrote my college essay about my experience, and I’d gotten into a university not too far away from the hospital. Along with visiting my parents, I visited Jun every weekend.
I didn’t have to go for a chemo session every month then, just a few routine check-ups. My hair had even started to grow back, and I felt suffocated through pure joy. Before, I thought it would never grow back, but seeing my scalp littered with dark brown hair made my heart burst.
Before cancer, I’d never known what I would truly want to do in life, but the first thing I did out of university was apply to research programs. I wanted to help people, but not just by being a scientist, or researcher.
With Jun and the hospital staff’s help, I started my volunteer center with great pride and joy, knowing that I’d discovered my calling.
Jun’s presence in my life was a constant reminder of my resilience and finding strength in each other when I’d been told that I was finally cancer-free.
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“Everyone said that the survival rate at my stage was extremely low, but nothing makes me prouder to say that I beat it. I’m a cancer survivor,” I said, smiling at Aani and pointing to my wrist with the tattoo of a ribbon. I ran my hand over my curly mid-length braid. “Even have my hair to prove it.”
“That--that’s amazing! Turning your life around like that takes real courage, and if you can beat cancer, then I definitely think you can skydive. Even if that story was beautiful-- you still never answered the question. Why are you here?”
“I’m one of the supervisors at that very hospital wing as a research intern. One of the kids there didn’t think she was going to survive this autoimmune disease she had, but she’s brave. She told me skydiving was her dream, and I wanted to make it come true.”
Aani stared at me in awe. “You are… truly an amazing person. Can I ask-- what happened to Jun?”
My heart raced. “I loved my Dad so much that I didn’t think it was possible to love him more, you know? Not until he showed me the adoption papers. Jun’s my younger brother now, and he’s been attending high school like a regular kid after getting discharged. He’s the one who got me to do this today, actually,” I laughed.
So much time had passed while talking, that I hadn’t even realized the plane must’ve taken off a while ago. I stared out the window and I could barely even see anything over green that stretched out for miles.
My back straightened. I went stiff, knowing that soon that time would come. Aani put her hand on my shoulder to unstrain my posture.
“My first few months at the hospital, I absolutely hated the feeling of missing out on so many things that I knew would go on during senior year,” I said, distracting myself. “But you know who stuck with me through thick and thin, even when I was such a jerk? My Dad.”
Everyone started getting up and strapping themselves up to their instructors. Aani tapped my forehead. “Breathe. Relax. I can’t tighten the straps if you're so tense! Keep going-- tell me something he said.”
I inhaled and eased my body. “The power of optimism completely altered my life and without that, I wouldn’t be where I am now,” I spoke, shutting my eyes. “When I apologized to him after I’d started my positive mindset phase, he’d told me something that I later told Jun, and now I tell all the kids in the ICU wing. If you wait to be happy until life isn’t hard anymore, then you’ll waste your whole life waiting,” I said, not even registering that we were up next to jump out.
“You must love your Dad a lot, right?”
“Yeah, I do,” my voice quivered looking down at the ground and my heart hammered against my chest.
“If you fought cancer while you were in stage three,” Aani yelled over the loud wind. “Then you can survive jumping out of a plane. Don’t waste your whole life wishing you didn’t back out! Ready?” she asked.
I looked down and smiled. “More than ever.”
And in that moment, I knew I wasn’t even lying-- against all odds, I would always triumph over anything. I welcomed the rush of the air currents against my face when Aani leapt from the platform.
Catch me, Dad.
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This story was written to show the journey of a cancer survivor who finds strength and resilience through the hardships she faced throughout her life. It is a constant reminder even if you aren’t struggling in life, the power of optimism brings out true resilience.
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please join the registry.
#cancer#leukemia#cancer survivor#childhood cancer#pediatric cancer#cancer awareness#gift of life#please boost#boost#urgent#bone marrow#stem cells#donate
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Today I am beyond thankful just to be alive, to breathe. To be able to stand up and walk because I know what it’s like to barely be able to get out of bed just to go to the bathroom.
I’m thankful for every strand of hair on my body, every eyelash and every body hair because I now know what it’s like to live without it.
I am thankful for the ability to touch things and feel because I lived for months without the ability to feel the warmth of my lovers skin against my fingers or the softness of my cat’s fur.
I am thankful that my body has carried me through this hell thus far.
I’ll be thankful for each bite of food I enjoy today because for months I threw up everything I ate, and the chemo made everything taste bitter or rotten.
I am thankful for my support system, the people who carry me through this, who help me even when I’m the being biggest bitch in the world.
Thankful for the tears, because they remind me that I’m human.
Thankful for each breath I take, even when I so desperately just want to disappear.
Thankful for the pain, because it reminds me that I’m alive.
But mainly— I’m just thankful to be alive 🖤
- S. Blei
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Okay so like I'm sorry to everyone else's Modern AU Headcanons or whatever but the actual modern equivalent here is that your plane has crashed in rural Nebraska and the survivors are
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A homeschooled goth girl who was raised in a bunker by a bunch of excommunicated Scientologists
A pissed-off bisexual who grew up in some kind of sovereign-citizen compound and has vastly overestimated her current class rankings at West Point
The disgraced son of some politician who made a deal with the mob to protect someone and then took a dive to protect his father's reputation rather than try to explain
Straight-up a human trafficking survivor who's using a fake ID to try to flee the country
Genuinely a really sweet young woman trying to get out of an abusive relationship whose shitty ex-girlfriend destroyed her highly-controlled and incredibly expensive heart medication out of spite to punish her for leaving, and who also lost her health insurance when she ran
and of course
Some guy from the Hamptons who is otherwise honestly super friendly and normal, except that he's managing his terminal leukemia by sucking the dye out of shoes and it actually seems to be working
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