Surgeries. Medicine. Hospitals. Doctors. CT Scans. 3 years. One word. 6 letters. Cancer. This is what my life consisted of. No, not all of my life, but a majority--the part that everyone says will be the best years of your life. That was not the case for me. I was bullied from third grade all the way until I lost my weight and my self confidence with it, my life was an absolute hell, but I had no idea what was coming. I was poked and prodded every year since my freshman year, with another complication coming up every time. Just for them to tell me, “we got as much as we can. If we try it this way next time we should get all of it, I’m so sorry.” I would say to myself, “you’re sorry? You’re sorry? How can you be sorry when you do this everyday?” This is a regular routine for you to say ‘oh i’m sorry but the cancer’s not gone let 's schedule another surgery so your family can spend even more money than you actually have and you can lose yourself even more’.” I have to live in fear of something that can physically and emotionally hurt me. Not something you can see on the outside of me, but only if you look closely. …show more content…
Living in a small town has its perks and downsides. One perk is I got more support than I ever expected from people I have known my whole life and from those I barely knew. But a downside is some of those people I have known my whole life did not care if I was sick. All they cared about was making themselves feel better by bringing me down. I was in the lowest point of my life, and no one knew. Though my closest friends and some family knew about my struggles they never knew how hard it actually was for me. In my head I had to be strong for everyone in my life because I knew what I was going through was hurting them too. I tried my hardest in school, I would start to catch up and then I would have another surgery or another visit to Houston. It got to a point where I did not really care about my grades or future