Throughout my life I have always been cautious of cancer, and one day everything changed. Like always I went to my doctor, who this time had detected a small lump. I thought it would turn out to be something unimportant so I didn't worry. Then I received a phone call from my doctor who explained how the lump was cancerous and described what I had to do next.

Surgery, Chemotherapy, and Radiation

Surgery felt like it took all day. My family was there to support me. Because of my faith and trust in the Lord I was not scared. Everything went according to plan and I recovered quickly. Chemotherapy was a little different. Everything went according to plan luckily, but the whole process was a little harder on me. First, I lost my hair. This was very difficult to go through in the beginning, but I just had to realize... it's just hair; I'm safe. The popsicles where the hardest part. I developed an intense fear of popsicles, yet every time I went I had to try to look past that. The popsicles are used to help protect my tongue from dryness as the chemotherapy works. They told me that if I did not suck on a popsicle my tongue would become covered in blisters. Soon my head related popsicles and cancer together, and I became more afraid of these popsicles than the cancer. I would be in the grocery store and see a popsicle and disgustingly enough, I would have to bolt to the bathroom. But this all passed quickly and radiation soon came. Besides the fact that I had to recieve radiation EVERYDAY for 7 WEEKS, this was my least favorite part. Not to mention I have kids, and this was a tremendous strain on my schedule, it was also the most difficult on my body.