At sixteen years old, I was told cancer would take my life within six months. The form of cancer was so rare that if the disease didn’t kill me, the treatment would.
Chemotherapy, radiation, bone marrow transplant, eleven bladder surgeries during transplant, collapsed lung, infections raging throughout my body…
but none of those things were able to kill me.
By the grace of God, the hard work and dedication of the surgeons, doctors, and nurses, along with the support of my family – especially my mother – I survived.
Twenty-eight years later, and I’m still fighting a daily battle for survival. Cancer didn’t kill me, but it has permanently affected my life. Battling Lymphadema and Chron’s Disease takes every ounce of energy I have.
No matter what happens in your life, the only person who can stop you from achieving anything is you. Excuses and finger pointing are a waste of time.
What do you do when you’re faced with obstacles? Do you continue to make excuses, or do you stand up and fight for your life and your dreams? Do you give up or do you choose to rise above your current situation?
I choose to fight.
What choice will you make?
Help fund my journey as I continue to tell my story on stage, as I publish my upcoming book “My Scars Tell a Story,” and continue to battle the long-lasting effects of cancer.