We have choices at every stage of our life. At the same time, it’s our choice if we would like to tell a story as simple as it was or by making it look quite dramatic, like that in movies. Even between life and death, we have choices. Not the choice of betraying death, but the choice of making death jealous of life’s happiness. Sounds funny? Well, it’s not actually.. unless you have to face it. Situations might not be according to our choices, but how we handle it is surely ours.
Late in the summer at my fifteenth birthday, I was hospitalized. Well, I don’t remember what actually had happened but as I was about to blow my candles, something blew me down, i.e. I fainted. When I woke up, I found mom and dad crying next to me. Soon I realized that… I had cancer. Thyroid; stage four. I was too young to understand what ‘cancer’ meant, but when I was departed with my favorite items like fast foods, I realized that whatever this ‘cancer’ was, it was no good to me and will never be either. I hated it. But the thing I hated the most was seeing my parents weep like a ghost so that I wouldn’t feel sad.
Surgery, radiation, chemo, more radiation; everything worked accordingly. But one day, they stopped working for me. And my lungs started filling up with water. I just gave up on everything. I was dying… and tired. I was tired of seeing my parents so unhappy because of me. But there was something that still wanted me to stay. And, luckily, the antibiotics kicked in. They drained the fluid from my lungs. Not all at once, but most of it. Most, but not all, patients with thyroid cancer need radioactive iodine treatments after their surgery. Well I guess I was the lucky one who didn’t required iodine treatments after surgery. I had learned to live again. My parents were happy and so was I.
It was a new beginning to my life… and the journey had just STARTED!!!
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