I witnessed my grandfather die of cancer in my early years. They told me it was because he was a heavy smoker and he didn’t take good care of his body. So, from that moment on, I have always been a health nut. I eat all the right kinds of food and I get a daily dose of exercise, no matter how little. I don’t smoke or drink (well, okay, maybe I drink occasionally), and I take good care of my body. So imagine my shock when after one of my general check-ups, my physician told me I had a malignant cancer cell.
I couldn’t believe it. All my blood rushed out of my body and I swear I almost died right then and there. This was probably how I looked like when I heard the bad news (although I may not be as cute):
But all kidding aside, I was devastated. I didn’t want to believe him so I immediately rushed to the Internet to find out everything I could about cancer. This particular website, WEBSITE, proved to be very useful. It gave me a lot of the information I needed later on, when I finally accepted that I had the cancer gene.
Of course, I hoped and hoped that it was a misdiagnosis, or that my files got mixed up with someone else. I know it was selfish to think that someone else got cancer instead of me but I just wasn’t ready yet. I’m young and I have yet to accomplish great things. But no, no matter how many times I asked my doctor to check, the result was still the same: I had cancer.
So, I did what any sane person would do. I got a second opinion. And, lo and behold, nothing changed. My grandfather had passed on the cancer gene and I’m the one who got it. Not that I blame him, of course. I guess it just hits you, you know, no matter how healthy you try to make yourself, if it’s in your genes, it’s in your genes. I had no choice but to accept.
I went back to my doctor, asked him what my options were, discussed each option (with the help of the information I got from WEBSITE), and finally decided to get treated. But just because I had accepted I was sick didn’t make things better at home.
I was depressed and moody all the time, and nothing my family did ever made me happy anymore. Every time I’d laugh, I’d remember I had cancer and it will suck all the happiness out of me. I loved going outdoors but stayed inside ever since I got diagnosed. Nobody could make me do anything except wallow in self-pity. It was a very hard time.
Fortunately, my family was very patient with me. Everyday, they’d try and do something to lift my spirits. And everyday, they would make me feel loved. Until one day, I realized that sulking won’t get me anywhere. My family was there for me. They were my support group. So I decided to enjoy their company again, and that made all the difference.