Hello, in case you don't know me, my name is Jenn.

My story is simple really. I am asking for donations to pay for my junior year of college. The reason why I ask is because at this time things have become difficult for me.

I'll start a little further back so you can have a clear picture of what I've experienced. For majority of my life I've had a regular childhood. I grew up in a two parent home, went to school, and enjoyed life for the most part. But on October 12, 2009 I lost my mom to ovarian cancer. She had been battling with this for years but she only went to the doctors, a few months prior, to get checked out. At that time I am only fourteen years old. Then on October 13, 2009 I lost my grandmother from old age. My family and I were distraught. We weren't expecting any of this to happen.

Then on November 9, 2009 I turned fifteen years old. Yay right? Little did I know as the days past I began to have terrible headaches. My family assumed it was shock from the deaths we just experienced.

Then on December 23, 2009 I was diagnosed with a brain tumor. The tumor had grown and caused fluid to build up in my brain. And that was the reason for the headaches. They suggested that I go into surgery to get a shunt. A shunt is a device that enables the fluid to drain properly. So I was able to get the shunt by the grace of God.

Now, because of how I was raised I thought all of what I was experiencing was just a bad joke. And at some point I would wake up from this nightmare. I had just lost two very important people that were in my life. I didn't know how to respond to the news of having a tumor in my brain, that was inoperable. The doctors told my family and I that if they operated and removed the tumor there would be a high chance that I wouldn't be able to function or do regular activities on my own anymore.

My father and sister began to speak with close family friends who were in the field on what kind of treatment I should do first.

The conclusion was to do radiation. So my family decided that I would go through radiation for a few weeks. At that time I was living in Georgia and had to travel to Florida with my dad and older sister to receive Proton Radiation Therapy. We didn't have a place to stay down there, but by the grace of God the doctors I had were able to send us to The Ronald McDonald House, a home where children who battle with illnesses were staying.

The radiation took a tole on my body and mind. Currently I don't remember any of my high school years. I had to take few classes off my schedule because everything became to overwhelming for me. I had to stay home for a period of time during all of this.

Those who read all of this, I can honestly say I didn't know why I was going through all of this. Later down the line I found out from my dad that the doctors we had gone to had told him, "If Jennifer hadn't gone to the emergency room the day she did, she would have died the very next day."

When we got back from Florida, the doctors told my family that the radiation didn't help much. They suggested that I do a year of chemotherapy. As soon as I heard those words my heart sunk. It sunk because my mom had gone through chemotherapy, I had always heard of people going through chemotherapy and not making it to the end. So I figured that would be the same for me.

I wish i could say that I prepared myself for the journey ahead. But no one teaches you something like that. Instead of going to school like a regular child, I began to take chemotherapy pills.

I began to lose myself. To this day, I know it wasn't me that survived what I survived. I vaguely recall walking through the hallway of my high school and panicking because I didn't remember where I was going. None of the people I had became close knew and I couldn't remember who they were so I never reached out for help.

Those six years in high school were terrifying looking back because I was not in the right mind set.

But today, again by the grace of God, I am walking, talking, and am ready to resume my college degree. If it weren't for Him I know I would not be here today. I am thankful to the Lord because He kept me through out those years and still is keeping me. I'm not what I used to be prior to being diagnosed, but I'm not where I was while I did treatment.

Since then my father decided to move to Florida and stay with his cousin because we lost our home in Georgia. But by grace of God again, we were able to find an apartment, that we now live in.

I don't know why but I sadly assume that some may ask me why not get a job, even a part time job, to pay for school. My response is that I've tried and it took a toll on me to physically, mentally, and emotionally.

I genuinely would like to just focus on my classwork, get good grades, graduate college, and work as a full time minister. Not to just say so but to tell families who are going through the same thing or similar as I did that there is Hope in situations that seem like there is no hope. There is always Hope and sometimes you need someone who has experienced this Hope to walk with you so you can see it too. I would like to do the same with those that I will meet in the future.

And so I ask if you can donate any amount to this fundraiser it would mean the world to me. You will be apart of the story that God has planned for me to complete.

Thank you for reading all of this. And I would like to keep you updated on this journey. If you could also send me your email address I would like to send updates.

Graduating college isn't so much about me, but about those I will meet in the future that God will allow me to share my story and make a difference for His glory.

And thank you for your support in advance.