At the age of 8, I was diagnosed with osteogenic sarcoma, a type of bone cancer. The doctors told my parents I would need 13 months of chemotherapy and would have my right leg amputated above the knee. My mom blamed herself, having broken her leg while pregnant with me, but I reassured her it wasn’t her fault.
In March 1985 I began chemotherapy. A few months later, I had my amputation. I was devastated but, with faith, strength, and great doctors, I survived through the illness and treatment. I lost my hair and only weighed 40 pounds, but through it all, I had faith I would live. Finally, after 13 months of chemo, I was considered in remission.
My mom asked me what I wanted to do that summer. I replied that I wanted to do gymnastics and cheerleading. Being a mom, she suggested I try cross-stitching or something less athletic, but I was determined.
Since then I have cheered, danced, taken gymnastics, sang professionally, owned my own business, climbed Dunn’s Falls, and despite doctors’ concerns, had two beautiful children.
Now I want to help spread my story to others and help them be survivors!