Chemo

September 3rd is the day my entire life changed, for the better, and for the worst. I think I always knew I would be diagnosed with cancer, which would explain my irrational fear of doctor visits and fascination by the subject. At first, it was hard to accept what my doctor was telling me, I didn't understand the implications of having this disease. All I could think of was how my life would never be the same after this. Then, I found my strength in the eyes of all of those in the room with me when I got the news. If I couldn't get through it for myself, I would do it for them, because they need me. I couldn't change the fact that I was diagnosed with Acute Lymphocytic Leukemia, but I could change the way I reacted to it. A month prior to diagnosis, I sat on my bed late at night, a huge fight was happening between my husband and his family. I sat there and prayed to God, asking him to guide us onto the right path, to help us do the right thing. I never imagined that this is the path he would put us on! Nonetheless, cancer is the best thing that ever happened to me. Woah wait, what! Yes, you read that right. I have a new appreciation for everything around me, I see the world the way it was meant to be seen, now. I see my purpose in life, and that is to help others like me battling cancer, who are not as lucky to have so many rally behind them and have the support and love they deserve. I want to help the people like me, who didn't ask for something like this to happen to them, who are denied health insurance, because of a disease they had no choice over. We are real people, going through something very expensive and difficult on our bodies. The only thing we should have to worry about is getting better, but how can we when the medical bills keep pouring in, throwing us farther and farther into debt? There are so many expensive prescriptions, how do we even begin to pay for them without insurance? We may already never live a normal life again, and to add those bills onto that as well? The cost of my treatment is roughly around $103,250. That's not even including my medical bills from the hospital stays, or monthly prescriptions. That also does not include my doctor visits and the added costs of having to drive to them. This GoFundMe at the moment, would initially be for me, as there is no way any normal person would ever be able to afford these bills without health insurance, which I unfortunately do not qualify for at this time.. (I'm just a regular person like anyone else trying to make my way in the world..) My plan is when I get better enough, and I will, because this is my purpose in life, plan to donate and begin a charity for those going through this in the same manner or worse. No one deserves to feel like they don't matter, WE have to be that few group of people who step up and say: 'These are real people, going through something very traumatic, why would we make them worry about anything else, OTHER than getting better?' We have to be the voice and our stories need to be heard.