Blessed is the first word that comes to mind when thinking of my cancer diagnosis. Although a cancer diagnosis is potentially devastating, I refused to look at mine that way. Within forty-eight hours of being diagnosed with Acute Promyelocytic Leukemia, I was flown to St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital. When the paramedics rolled me into the hospital, tears began to stream down my face. Observing my concern, they advised me to not cry because everything was going to be okay. I looked up to them as a half-hearted smile spread across my face. As certain as I could be, I told them, “I know, I am at St. Jude and that means I am going to be okay.”
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