Memior Essay: Looking in the Mirror

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It wasn't until then that the words hit me like knifes. They stung as I processed his every word. In a state of euphoria he then excluded by trying to answer any questions. The only question as a 14 year old girl was "Am I going to lose my hair?" He very carefully answered by saying "Well most people do I mean it's a good possibility." As the tears streamed down my face I knew that life as I knew it was changed. The following week I started my therapy which would consist of 4 long months of treatment.

By which I lost my hair, life, and strength.

Days went by where I could barely stand. Hours went slower than most. But the only thing that didn't change was my support group. The only way I knew I would make it through was with my family and friends support. This was like no other they never failed to let me down, or carry me when I was weak. As my sessions of treatment began to dwindle I was one step closer to ringing that bell. The one symbol I had that shouted out you made it.

Finally with not hair and all the love I could have wanted that day approached. Gathered in a room full of loved ones I rang that bell and by the time I got home I had a different appreciation for life. I looked in the mirror and was forever changed. I looked in the mirror and didn't see just a young girl, I seen a survivor. I looked an noted a whole different gratitude for life. One filled with appreciation for the little things and it was that day where the light was shed on me. For that I will never be able to look in the mirror and see the person I was instead I look at the person I have became. No matter how hard it was god never failed to show me the light.