My life has been in an upset since the day I was diagnosed. There was never a dull moment if you were around me. Doctors appointments, chemo, complications, hospitalizations, relapses....the works. I felt like while things were happening a mile a minute, I was stuck in the same spot. Things came and went, good and bad, but I was still standing there wondering where to go. I was trapped. And Cancer was my captor. I couldn't escape from it no matter how hard I tried. But then suddenly one day I was free. Free to breathe again. To literally BREATHE again. I used to be scared that every breath I took might be my last. That some germ would cause the infection that would lead to my end. But I was free. Really free! After 5 years of fighting, I had won! And here I am, the victor, knowing that all that I learned is not meant to be bottled up inside of me. I have so much to share. I feel wise beyond my years. I know the beauty of life, and yes...even the beauty of death. I watched as friends suffered, and I cried when they were buried. But I know that when suffering becomes to great, God has mercy and takes them to Heaven. I fought anger and depression. I felt abandoned by friends and family. I know what it is to be truly afraid. I used to be scared to die. I'm not scared of dying anymore. My true fear is leaving this world before I can make an impact. I want to be remembered. My fear is of being forgotten.
Now that I am no longer stuck in one place watching the world go by, it's my time to move. It's my time to LIVE. This is how I will be remembered: by touching one life at a time, giving hope to one person at a time, taking one step at a time. It's time to move on.