My emotions were a whirlwind of fear, anxiety, and worry. I didn’t know how I was supposed to go on with my life. I was scared of the treatments, scared that I might not live. I was scared of the unknown.
As I received treatments and went through therapy, I faced a lot of suffering. I had to live with constant pain, fatigue, and numerous appointments. Every morning I had to fight the urge to just stay in bed, but I knew I had to keep going.
Despite everything, I held onto hope. I knew that if I kept going, I could beat this disease. I read countless stories of other people who had overcome cancer, and kept faith that I could do the same. I clung to hope that I could make it through—and I did.
It wasn’t easy, but I am still here. I may have lost my battle with lung cancer, but I know I gave it my all. I’m proud of myself for never giving up and for never losing hope. Now I hope that in sharing my story, I can help others going through a similar experience.