I know that I have complained a time or two about how my biggest concern should not be cancer.
My biggest concern, at 24 years old, should be finding my dream job, gaining even more independence, and enjoying my 20's. Instead, well, you know what my life has been like since January. I could be bitter, I could be royally pissed off (and I am both sometimes! especially scan week!) but instead, I see this year as being both the worst and best year of my life.
Yes, the year I got diagnosed with stage III melanoma has been one of the best--most eye opening--years of my life. Because of my diagnosis, I stopped floating through life. I have a purpose now in a way that I did not have before. I am going to fight melanoma not only for myself, but I am going to fight for everyone it has taken from us. I am going to fight in terms of education, publicity, and personally, I am going to fight it from attacking my body. I did not have that purpose prior to January. I always admired people who stood up for themselves despite what others may say about them, but I never had a cause I felt so strongly about. Now I do.
I have the courage. I have the belief. And I have the determination.
You, Evil Melanoma, have consumed a lot of my time, energy, and happiness; however, you are leading me to be who I am meant to be.