Starting Over

      Since day one of my diagnosis I have been encouraged to blog. Friends and family constantly asked my family and I for updates on my progress. A family friend of mine started a CaringBridge account for me and every time there was news, my family posted it. The first couple months of chemo I was oblivious to the whole thing. I really didn't care. I wasn't about to go into the heart wrenching details of my new life. After all I was fifteen and all I cared about was how I wasn't going to be able to kiss my boyfriend or go to his football games anymore. Out of all the emotions I was going through, fear wasn't one of them. I have grown up in a society where curing cancer is possible. My parents on the other hand were A MESS! How could they not be? Their first child's life was in danger and all they could think about was how in the past people with cancer were known to die. The night my femur broke in my modern dance class, was the night my life would change forever. All I remember was laying awkwardly on the floor while forty-some girls stood around me confused. The room spun around me and I could feel the beads of sweat accumulating on my forehead. All I wanted in that moment was water! Please dear god someone bring me water!! At the point my dance teachers called my mom and the fire department. The rest is blurry but I do remember getting an IV for some morphine. It's funny to think that my whole life I didn't want to have a baby because most of the time you're on an IV for child birth. And just like that in two seconds I had a HUGE needle up my arm.. Needless to say, I am ready for child birth!

So here is my first post! I am still working out how this works exactly so be patient but I hope by having a blog I can grow as writer and get some good feedback from my readers. :)
Positive vibes to you all!!!
xoxoxo

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  1. I remember that day like it was yesterday. My dad found out first because I was at church helpig with something. He told me you broke both your legs but he had no idea how. I about had a heart attack. I was trying out your dance classes with you that week because I wanted to get into dance again. That day was the one day I couldn't come with you and that is the one day I so wish I was there to be there for you.

    Keep blogging cata. So beautiful, so strong.

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