The worst summer in my life was the one I fought cancer. I was diagnosed in June and was told that I needed immediate intensive treatments to have even a chance of surviving the rest of the year. It seemed like everything stopped, frozen while I endured an awful regime of daily trips to the hospital for radiation treatments. The entire summer evaporated into days and nights of huge humming medical machinery and lots of puking, sweating and fainting. I lost over 40 pounds and almost died from that, but I beat the cancer. I owe my life to a group of most excellent doctors, medical technicians and nurses, and also to my parents for stepping up and helping me with my daily life and obligations over those horrible, debilitating months.
If you have an opportunity to help someone facing a serious or terminal illness, even the smallest gesture of care and concern will mean a lot to them. Don’t be afraid to step up and offer an ear, a shoulder, a back or a ride - anything you can do to help them get through the day will mean so much.
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