{"id":165,"date":"2017-07-31T14:00:05","date_gmt":"2017-07-31T18:00:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/faithhopeandlovejesus.org\/blog\/?p=165"},"modified":"2017-07-31T14:00:05","modified_gmt":"2017-07-31T18:00:05","slug":"dear-cancer-patient","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/faithhopeandlovejesus.org\/blog\/2017\/07\/31\/dear-cancer-patient\/","title":{"rendered":"Dear Cancer Patient,"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>For my essay topic I decided to do it in the format of a letter to another person struggling with cancer. This letter serves as my story as well as my advice to others battling an illness.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<br \/>\nDear Cancer Patient,<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<br \/>\nI know what you&#8217;re going through. I have sat in the same spot that you are sitting in right now. The same white walls of the same room that you are confined to. I&#8217;ve been an inmate at the prison that you are now living in that they call a hospital. I&#8217;ve been through the same pain and struggle that you are enduring right now. So since I have lived through it, this is the advice I can give to you.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<br \/>\n# I . Do not let cancer waste Your time.<br \/>\n#2.Do not let cancer change who you are.<br \/>\n#3. Do not let cancer win.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<br \/>\nFrom my experience with cancer, I have learned many lessons about how to cope when fighting this disease. To explain, I&#8217;m going to have to tell you about my story.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<br \/>\n1. I used my sickness as an excuse to submit to my weakness. After my surgery when my cancer tumor was removed, I was in a lot of pain. I suffered nerve damage from my waist down which affected my walking ability. I had severe back pain and I was bedridden for weeks. As time went on, I got so weak from laying in bed all day every day. I lost 40 lbs in muscle. I was easily fatigued and simple tasks became chores. I could barely stand up for more that 15 seconds without feeling winded and wanting to just lay back down and go to sleep. As I lost my muscles I lost my desire to do anything. All I wanted to do was rest. I did not befriend any of the patients on my cancer floor, I did not want to leave my room. I decided to stay hidden and sulk.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<br \/>\n2. While I was sick, all I could do was focus on the pain and the sadness. I got sick of being confined to the hospital. I was tired of being woken up every night and never getting more than a few hours of sleep because the nurses had to check my vitals. Oh the nurses. I felt so bad for them. At one stage of any sickness I had really become fed up with everyone that I had gotten so snippy and impatient with people. Every little thing that they did frustrated me and at that point I didn&#8217;t care enough to put on a smile and be kind. This was alarming to anyone that knew me personally because acting out like this to other people was against my character.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I used to be patient and kind to others. I always had the mindset that I should reach out to people with happiness. But now I had no energy to be happy for others if I didn&#8217;t feel happy on the inside. I treated my family horribly. I blew up at them for forcing me to do things that I didn&#8217;t want to do, even though they were doing it for my own good. They sacrificed so much for me and I rarely even thought about thanking them. I became selfish in this sense. I pushed away my friends at school. i stopped responding to people&#8217;s messages on social media, I wouldn&#8217;t let people visit me anymore. I isolated myself, because of my insecurities and because of self pity. I was honestly pathetic.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<br \/>\n3. The depression all started when I lost my hair. I remember the day like it was yesterday. i was sitting on my bed surrounded by my mom and friends and I was trying on hats with a fake smile on my face. And suddenly I looked at what I was doing and realized that I had no hair. I was bald, I had lost a part of myself. So in that moment I broke down. I got angry and cried because I hated the hats. I was so insecure about my bare head. When I looked in the mirror I felt almost naked and vulnerable. So under no circumstances did I let anyone look at my bare head. Not even my parents. I felt ashamed of not having hair. I had no confidence in myself and that&#8217;s the first way in which I failed. The depression only grew from there. I&#8217;d find myself having fits of tears, just sobbing over how I hated myself and the life that I was living. I wanted to give up. I was so blind.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>You see this whole story is one in which I am not proud of. My journey through cancer although a battle I physically won, was a war that I mentally lost. With my cancer I got through it because of the amazing people around me that did not rest or breath a clear breath until I was in that hall at Children&#8217;s Hospital ringing that golden survivor bell. But on my part I had epiclly failed. I let cancer kick my butt more than I should have allowed it. So now that you are where I was 3 years ago, please take my words to heart.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Make the most of your time while you have this chance to do what you couldn&#8217;t when you were busier. Write a book, a song, learn a new language, do anything that you dreamed of doing when you wished you had more free time to let<br \/>\nyour creativity be the most important thing. Next, don&#8217;t let cancer darken your heart. Let cancer bring out the positively and strength in you. Let your true light shine through . Do not allow it to make you cold. And finally, do not let cancer control you and make you lose hope. There is a difference between getting through it and conquering it. Conquer cancer with your head held high. I believe that everything happens for a reason. So cancer is the time to shape you into a stronger human being and prepare you to appreciate life and live it to the fullest.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<br \/>\nYour friend, Faith<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; For my essay topic I decided to do it in the format of a letter to another person struggling with cancer. This letter serves as my story as well as my advice to others battling an illness. &nbsp; Dear Cancer Patient, &nbsp; I know what you&#8217;re going through. 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