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This wasn't supposed to happen. But it did. Cancer. Stage 3 Germ Cell Tumor. The size of a cantaloupe, sitting on my heart pressing in my right lung. I would have to go through chemotherapy and open chest surgery. I was 14 years old and this was supposed to be the best summer ever. Baseball, golf camp, and hanging out with friends. But it didn't go that way. No hair anywhere, just gone. Skin color gray, thirty five pounds vanished.
A weird journey, it was like a dream, but it wasn't. It was real. Real pain, real emotions. Had to get out. Each day was the same: go to Children's Hospital Los Angeles, check in, get hooked up, go to sleep, wake up, puke, and go back to sleep, then puke some more. |