Cancer

Growing up watching shows, listing to the news, or having a loved one or friend diagnosed with cancer was something hard to take in. But when you have that one shot of it happening to you... well that's something else. It started October 2010, my senior year in high school. I was at work a Friday night after school at Dairy Queen, when one of my co-workers pointed out. "wow... turn your neck! does that hurt? can you feel that?" my response "huh?" noticing that I had a golf ball size lump on the mid-upper part, left hand side of my neck. I didn't know what it was? or where it came from. My thoughts were wondering wild. Did I get hit in the neck? is there something in my throat... is it cancer. The following Saturday morning my mom asked me "sweetie are you feeling alright, you look a little pale?" that's when I was like "yeah?...OH!!!! MOM!!! Alla, saw this lump on my neck! what is it?" her and my dad, looked, touched, had me swallow, asked if it hurt. Then said " you know were not one-hundred percent sure, but lets keep an eye on it tonight and if it looks like it does tomorrow we will take you to the family physician". Tomorrow came, doc said it definitely has something to do with my thyroid. He referred me to the hospital doctor. So, that following Monday i go in and see the doc. He told me it's so small, more than likely only a 2% chance its cancer. he requested a ultrasound on it, and biopsy. He called us when they got the results and set the next visit. Waiting for the doc to come in, the RN is checking my body temp, and so on. Doc walks in says a couple jokes to light the vibe in the room. he then pulls out his chart and says the test results came back positive, you have cancer. My parents are devastated, in tears. Questions after questions. I didn't know what to think, I set there in silence. All I knew was that I felt fine, there's no way I could have cancer. I'm healthy, I play sports, I don't feel sick. I wanted to vomit. I asked him, am I okay? am I going to die? I don't want surgery, I'm scared.