Help a cancer student pay for tuition

Five years ago, when I looked at the mirror to fix my hair, I did not know that what I was seeing was going to change my life completely. There was a very small brown dot on my tongue. I ignored it at first. I thought that I probably burned my tongue with those cookies and hot tea that I drank the day before. But the problem was much bigger than that. One week later, when I was brushing my teeth, I noticed that the dot had gotten bigger, and it had turned into a very dark brown circle of the size of a penny. That was when I thought that I needed to see a doctor. I got an appointment and, I visited an ENT doctor the next two days with my mom. He said that they needed to do a biopsy. The results? I had tongue cancer. That was the beginning of a journey, which showed a new side of me, physically, mentally, and socially.

I traveled to UAE with my mother, and in Dubai City, I received chemotherapy and radiotherapy, each and every day for 3 months. The chemo and radiotherapy were making me very tired. After one month of the treatment, I could not walk without sitting and resting at least for a minute or two.
After three months of treatment, the doctors said that they could not get rid of cancer completely and that I had to fly to the United States for surgery. My mom and I traveled to the United States, and I got a surgery that took 32 hours. When I woke up I could not remember my name, or where I was. During the surgery, they replaced my jaw with bone from my leg and replaced part of my tongue with a flap from my leg.
During my chemo and radiotherapy, I lost my hair. One day, my mother was brushing my hair and a big chunk of it fell off. My mother was about to cry, but she did not want to do that in front of me. The same day, while she was taking a nap, I called the hair salon and made an appointment. It was very close to our apartment in Dubai, so I went in, and asked the hairstylist to shave my head, and she did. When I came back home, my mom was in shock. I told her that it was going to fall off anyway and that instead of us just watching my long hair falling off and feeling upset, I preferred to go and shave it! Also, the radiotherapy burned all my neck. My neck got dark with big dry patches. But after the end of each therapy session, I still wore my favorite necklace again. I would just take it off when I had to do the radiotherapy. At the beginning of my illness, I weighed 150 lb., and by the middle of my treatment, I was about 90 lb. I was too skinny. I saw my size going down from medium to small, to extra small.
My first surgery in the United States left scars on my face. It also changed my face shape. After that first surgery in the United States, which was the longest I have had, I lost the ability to talk and eat.

I have started going to school when I was still using a wheelchair and I was breathing through a tracheostomy. It has been 5 years now. Today I have got accepted into my dream college. But the cost of tuition is way more than what I have expected to be. 
I do need your help to be able to become an educated woman, go to work, and get rid of disability.