Sharing
I had an eery feeling about how I would feel uncomfortable with sharing again that I have been diagnosed with cancer again, I really could've just sat back, dealt with it on my own and faced what is to come.
Of course I believe God has a mission for me, but loosing a best friend to cancer and being pre-diagonosed in the same month #fail.
I guess I chose to take my news and handle it and roll with the punches because I did not feel inspired nor did I want share the "news". Whats great about letting everyone know that were finally back to their happy lives that one of their family members or close friend, a person that they love has Cancer again for the 3rd time, that the Bone Marrow transplant didn't work, that we just loss a great friend and family a couple weeks ago and Hey! mine is back too?!
I did not feel inspired to go and get my non profit more active, I just laid flat and avoiding the solution.
It wasn't until I learned that I had to use a donor outside of my own stem cells, and that the search for me in the system started and ended with NO MATCH. No match was found for me due to the lack of candidates for me and my ethnicity. To me it was just another blow but I didn't mind, because thats what life is about. But I still did nothing. I lashed out at everyone closest to me and even told my Mom to stop looking for a match for me and stop letting people know whats even going on with me at all. I didn't want to REACH OUT at all.
I packed my apartment and turned in my keys 3 nights ago... I cried but no one knew. The tears reminded me this did matter to me, that I was affected, but I still did not know what to do, but I knew I had to face.
I always believed that this wasn't just for me, almost not much for me at all. Me being sick in a way brought my family closer, when it was needed the most. It brought my Dad all the way from Dc and away from work and the thing's that stressed him in his life and in that time he was able to spend time with his parents as well. It brought me home to be able to be an influence in my little sisters life; who is now only 4 yrs old and Im back again, I get to see my Moms face and how hard she works on a daily and how I need to hurry up and become the provider. I have seen a lot and the list can go on and on, I can simply say I was blessed with a new pair of eyes when I was diagnosed in 2009.
My Doctors never told me the number of minorities registered were under 10%. He spoke no number he just told me due to my mix of ethnicity was the chances to find a Match in the registry were low. BUT 10%? It hit me then when I learned this number vs the amount of sick minority kids I see on a regular while visiting different Oncology offices and City of Hope cancer center. I, personally know a good enough amount of people that can increase this to much more. Thus, the Answer.
www.BeTheMatch.org
Of course I believe God has a mission for me, but loosing a best friend to cancer and being pre-diagonosed in the same month #fail.
I guess I chose to take my news and handle it and roll with the punches because I did not feel inspired nor did I want share the "news". Whats great about letting everyone know that were finally back to their happy lives that one of their family members or close friend, a person that they love has Cancer again for the 3rd time, that the Bone Marrow transplant didn't work, that we just loss a great friend and family a couple weeks ago and Hey! mine is back too?!
I did not feel inspired to go and get my non profit more active, I just laid flat and avoiding the solution.
It wasn't until I learned that I had to use a donor outside of my own stem cells, and that the search for me in the system started and ended with NO MATCH. No match was found for me due to the lack of candidates for me and my ethnicity. To me it was just another blow but I didn't mind, because thats what life is about. But I still did nothing. I lashed out at everyone closest to me and even told my Mom to stop looking for a match for me and stop letting people know whats even going on with me at all. I didn't want to REACH OUT at all.
I packed my apartment and turned in my keys 3 nights ago... I cried but no one knew. The tears reminded me this did matter to me, that I was affected, but I still did not know what to do, but I knew I had to face.
I always believed that this wasn't just for me, almost not much for me at all. Me being sick in a way brought my family closer, when it was needed the most. It brought my Dad all the way from Dc and away from work and the thing's that stressed him in his life and in that time he was able to spend time with his parents as well. It brought me home to be able to be an influence in my little sisters life; who is now only 4 yrs old and Im back again, I get to see my Moms face and how hard she works on a daily and how I need to hurry up and become the provider. I have seen a lot and the list can go on and on, I can simply say I was blessed with a new pair of eyes when I was diagnosed in 2009.
My Doctors never told me the number of minorities registered were under 10%. He spoke no number he just told me due to my mix of ethnicity was the chances to find a Match in the registry were low. BUT 10%? It hit me then when I learned this number vs the amount of sick minority kids I see on a regular while visiting different Oncology offices and City of Hope cancer center. I, personally know a good enough amount of people that can increase this to much more. Thus, the Answer.
www.BeTheMatch.org
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