For the past few months I have been working on doing early admissions as a junior to get into college. I was first introduced to this college in my freshman year when a representative came to my fashion class. Fashion has always been a passion of mine and I knew I wanted to pursue it as a career. I started researching the college after that and by the end of my junior year I was working with an adviser to do early admissions. I worked hard on my entrance project which was to create a line of 8-12 designs that represented me and my design style. Once I submitted that, an interview was in order and at the end of the call they would tell me whether I was accepted or not. I was super nervous for this interview but I worked hard an knew that I put my best foot forward. The interview went amazing and at the end I ended up being accepted!! I was and still am beyond excited about this. This college is my dream college and it offers so much.
My last year as camper was absolutely amazing and the best yet! I love all the amazing people I go to camp with, they are like a second family to me. Because of them, my camp experience has been truly amazing. So thankful for the people who help put this whole thing together for us year after year. This was my fourth year at camp and I have enjoyed every bit of it. I will cherish all the memories I have made over the years. And I can’t wait to come back as an LIT!
Yesterday, I got the opportunity to experience an amazing driver’s education unlike any other. Driver’s Edge is a nonprofit organization that is dedicated to teaching young drivers what we aren’t being taught in traditional drivers school. I got to learn things like accident avoidance, how to respond to situations (like if my car went into a skid), and driving safely in general. I only started driving a few months ago but this course gave me a lot of confidence being a young driver. It also taught me how to react in situations and how to be more aware of my surroundings when driving. There was one module where we were taught how to react if our car went into a skid. Each person in attendance got a chance to go out and try. I am my own worst critic and enemy, but without a doubt, I struggled. Before it was even my turn I was already overthinking it. My first couple rounds were terrible, but they let me redeem myself and I got to try again. I was so focused on how to steer and what to do instead of focusing on where I wanted to go and letting my hands follow. My second set of laps was so much better and I am honestly so proud of myself. I felt extremely defeated after my first set but the instructors took the time to really teach me how to do it. I even got an award for ‘Most Improved’. I would most definitely recommend this program to my friends and peers. I definitely plan on taking the course again and when my sister starts driving I think this course would be beneficial for her too.
Yesterday, June 10th, also marked three years in remission from leukemia. I never thought I’d make it past treatment or even be here to experience something like Driver’s Edge.
Junior year has come to a close and it’s crazy to think that I am now a senior. I never thought I would make it passed my diagnosis if I’m being quite honest. I am not only coming up on my senior year but Sunday, June 10th marks 3 years cancer free. I want to thank everyone for supporting me along this journey. And thank God for bringing me this far.
For the past 5 years my life has been all about cancer, from age 12 to 17. Not saying that is a bad thing, I am grateful to those I have met along this journey. An to be able to stand here today, at almost 18 years old and tell my story. But, I never got a chance to sit down and figure out I was and what I wanted. Cancer was apart of my life, but my life shouldn’t and will NOT revolve around it. Now it is time to sit down and figure who Alyssa Marie is. I am not Alyssa the cancer patient or Alyssa the girl who had cancer. I am Alyssa, the girl with high hopes for herself. The girl who is reaching for the stars. The girl with amazing dreams and goals. Now its time to figure out who I truly am. I can’t wait to see what this chapter holds and where it’ll take me.
The word survivor, a word I can’t stand. To me it has a negative connotation added to it. People always say, “oh you are a survivor, you beat this monster” or “you made it”. But all I can think about is all of those who didn’t “survive”. To me the word survivor implies that I accomplished something that those who lost their fight couldn’t. I am very fortunate to be here and to have “won” my fight but lets not forget those who didn’t make it. I am one of those who or fortunate to be here, and I thank God for that everyday. But I didn’t fight any more or less than those who aren’t here with us did.
Okay, so I have decided in the past week to make a very important decision: i am stopping my medication, ALL OF THEM (the last few narcotics). I have done this many times before on my own accord with previous heavy narcotics I have been on. What prompted this decision is the fact that I already don’t take them the way that I should because I forget and we have weened me down pretty low as is. It seems like this weening process has been taking forever and I am over it. I didn’t want to continue with that, so my only other option was to go ‘cold turkey’ and just stop and that ended up being the decision I made. I felt as if with God by my side I am strong enough to do it. Now it isn’t easy, let me tell ya. I have woken up with shakes every morning for the past week, my breathing feels uneasy and I have the worst sensation of pain running through my body. You have no idea how this is for me, how many times I just wanted to reach for the morphine for relief. But I decided to stick with it because that is my only way to get off of it since we having some issues with getting a prescription written and I was running out of medication.
I felt so dependent on them. Even when I didn’t necessarily need them I felt as I had to have them. I hated the fact that they changed my mood and how I acted, as soon as I took a morphine, everything changed. An being in school made it even harder, I walk through halls half present and half out of it. It made it hard to focus on my school work and be present/participate in school. I decided enough was enough, I control my life. Changes needed to be made and I needed to do it on my own accord. If I was forced into this then I would not have been able to do it, the motivation and determination wouldn’t be there and i’d slip back into that cycle of “i need, i need, i need”. Ultimately this was my choice and I feel like it was something that needed to be done.
As of 08 February 2018, I am out of the wheelchair. My recovery from surgery has been going amazing and I prayed about it. An honestly, I felt as if I was ready to start walking outside of the house. February 8th, was my first day walking inside of the school for the whole day. To me its a huge accomplishment considering how big my high school is. I honestly felt like the wheelchair was enabling me too much because I would wake up and be straight in it for a entire school day and then come home and sit down and do homework and then go to bed. My day had very little movement of my legs in it. I felt like it was making me lazy as if I could sit back and relax because I was in the chair an just had surgery. That was honestly the mindset I was falling into, unintentionally.
It has now been almost a week and a half of me walking in school. An it is going great! I am feeling wonderful and my legs are getting good exercise. I still use the elevator at school because I don’t want to push it but it is amazing!
Today is my 5 year anniversary for the day I was diagnosed! It is so crazy to me to look back and see how far I’ve come. I remember the days where I used to think I wouldn’t make it or couldn’t do it anymore. Thanks to God and my amazing support system I am here today. I carry the scars of what I went through and I am proud. Proud to tell my story and proud to be able to shine a light on Childhood Cancer.
So like I have said before, my surgery went well, but afterwards, I ended up with an abscess. Which than caused my whole incision to open up. I was put on antibiotics to clear that up which it did, thank God. After that whole thing happened, my incision had trouble healing back up. So we were on watch for that and were going to the doctor every 1-2 weeks. Well now, my incision is looking good and the bone graft that they did is settling in well.
It is always nerve wracking and scary when you go in for surgery because there can always be complications. I thank God for keeping his arms around all the doctors, nurses, and anyone who came in contact with me. He knew what he was doing when he had all those doctors and nurses lined up to work on.
I have been doing weight bearing and walking around quite a bit, no more walker/crutches or full leg brace. Although, I am still in a wheelchair during school because my mom doesn’t want me doing a full day of walking yet. Maybe in another month or so I can start trying to do a full day of walking since I can walk around in the grocery store now. Its all about timing. I give it up to God and when he thinks I am ready he will let us know.