Yesterday, I came home from school and my mom said she had something for me. She pointed to T.V. stand where there was a clear bag. I was confused about what it was until, I realized that it was……MY PORT! I was so excited! It is a memory I get to keep. It symbolizes all I have went through and the end of a part of my journey. IT IS SO AMAZING! God is good, and I am so thankful that he has been by my side. As well as giving me my family to walk this journey with me.
In Photography Class, these past 2 weeks we have been working on soming she called “The Theory of Life”. Basically, we had to create a 3 by 4 collage of pictures that expressed the words below it. After you put it all together, it would be a story. You could write about anything, but I chose to write a short story about my journey. Here is a picture of the final product…….
I am so proud of it and everyone likes it. I love the facial expressions and the story. I am so proud of myself, I worked hard on it, it was more complicated than you think.
So I know you guys probably read my Wheelchair Raint a little while back, I have an update on that.
For the past 3 weeks I have been walking in school and not using the wheelchair. My wheelchair went out the Sunday before the day I was supposed to go to school. It just gave out. I decided that I would just walk around the school but use the elevator. I wasn’t going to push myself, but I knew I could do it. After the frst day,I felt great. My parents found someone that xould fix the chair but I wanted to walk. I told them I’d pray over it and see what I wanted to do. I felt God telling me to do it amd not to limit myself. That I needed to trust in him and myself, not to doubt him or let anyone doubt me. Ever since then, I have been walking in school. A HUGE ACCOMPLISHMENT FOR ME!!
I am so thankful for the people in my life that are pouring into me and encouraging me! Tonight, a very special someone did just that.
A friend of mine named, Krystal, asked if I would like to hang out with her and I said, “Yes!” We went to Starbucks and had some coffee and tea and just talked. She really poured into me tonight! I really appreciated it! I have been going through some things emotionally and in my walk with Christ. She really gave me some great advice when talking to me. When we talked I was vulnerable and honest about what was going on. I cried and just let it out, and I am thankful for her being there for me to do that. She has such a beautiful heart and is an amazing woman! Thank you Krystal for the stories, especially the personal stories and advice you shared with me! Again, thanks for pouring into me and being real and open with me! It was such a nice time to talk and be real with someone in person, to talk face to face.
Krystal, you have a special place in my heart and am grateful to have met you! I can’t wait to hang out again! I hope I can pour into you and tell you how amazing you are just like you did for me. I love you!! An I am so thankful for a sister in Christ like you! ??
I want to say a huge thank you to a sweet women I met at physical therapy last Friday. Today, I went to physical therapy and the receptionist said that someone had left me a gift. It turned out to be the women I had met last Friday, her name is Joyce. We began talking about what happened to my shoulder, she shared what has happened to her as well. Then we got on the subject of sewing. She likes to see and so do I. We showed each other our previous projects.
As I showed up to physical therapy on Wednesday, Phyllis said she had a gift from Mrs. Joyce. She then handed me a bag that contained 2 pillow cases and a letter. The card says: “It was a true pleasure to meet you. I think and pray for you often. I want you to know you are an inspiration to me. I hope you enjoy the pillow cases I made for you. There are a few mistakes. I had fun making them. You have a wonderful and blessed day. Sinceremy, Ms. Joyce.”
Thank you Miss Joyce for the beautiful pillow cases. Thank you for thinking of me. I am so grateful that I got to meet you!
Hey guys! I want to tell you about a great ideal I had! I noticed that my high school did something for Breast Cancer and also when Paris was attacked. I started to think, since September is Childhood Cancer month I would love for them to do something to support it.
My ideal is that everyone can wear fun, bright colored socks for the month in honor of the spirits of the kids fighting. Also to make a banner and hang it in the quad. Then I could make and sell cancer ribbon shaped chocolate (like my family and I did one year) and give the money raised to a cancer foundation. I really want to MAKE A DIFFERENCE in the world! Not everyone understands what I and other kids and teens like me have and are going through in this battle. It would be great to raise awareness for something that means so much to me!! I want to use my testimony to tell people how great God is and give people incite on what I went through.
I was diagnosed with Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia on February 20, 2013. It was a huge shock. The Thursday before I was at the pediatrician and two doctors fought over whether my spleen was large or if I had a lot of muscle. I was in a lot of pain. They said it was just growing pain – I don’t blame them for not knowing.
We were out of school for President’s weekend. When my parents came home I told them I ate but barely took a bite of food. My mom said I had to eat and gave me a small late of food. After I ate, I went to sit on the couch and screamed in pain. My side was hurting and I couldn’t breathe. I was literally in tears. My dad took me to the ER at Sunrise but, it was packed so we drove all the way to Southern Hills Hospital. They drew blood, took my weight, height and symptoms. I was very fatigued, couldn’t breath correctly and lost 20 pounds in a month. They got me set up in a room. I dozed off and was woken up to a nurse trying to move me to another gurney to be transported to Sunrise by ambulance. My mom came in just they were putting in an ER room. The doctor said did he tell you the L word. My mom looked at my dad confused. My dad was convinced it wasn’t that but, it was. I was transferred to the pediatric oncology floor. That night was rough. I was on oxygen and every time I moved I was hurting and screaming in pain. One of my lungs was partially collapsed the other filled with fluid and my spleen enlarged.
The next morning my parents told me the diagnosis. I was overwhelmed with emotions. Being diagnosed with cancer was something I never thought could happen. When I found out it was cancer that was making me so sick I was extremely angry at God. I asked God “why me” several times. One day he came to me and told me that everything would be okay to place my faith in him. Another day He told my sister that I was the strongest one in my family to handle this.
Over the course of the next week, my port was placed (immediately) and chemo was started. I also had a bone marrow and lumbar puncture procedure.
I have gotten on my knees many times and just cried to Him for help. He has been by my side and carries me when I am weak. Through this journey he has taught me faith, trust and to lean on him in my time of need because he is my strength. When I am struck with worry and doubt, I give it all to him and try to remain in faith. The verse that I live by everyday is Philippians 4:13, “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.” Even though this is a storm I am going through I have been blessed to wake up every morning and praise Him. With God I am finding the joy in this storm.