Life is short.

Last semester, I met a really great guy friend.  He and I have become even more close over the last few weeks.  He knew about my cancer scare.  Last night he came up to me with tears in his eyes and hugged me and said that his cancer has come back and has spread to his heart.  He told me that he had been thinking about giving up on chemo.  He told me that seeing me face my scare with the courage I had made him want to keep fighting.  He and I are in a performance group together at school, and he dedicated the song to all of us.  He told me that he is so glad I'm not cancerous.

He's 19.  Most 19 year olds are not dealing with this.  I'm 21. I thought, how close could I have been to that being me?  Most doctors do not test you for it for no reason.  They honestly thought I had it.  But my spots that had been growing rapidly and changing shapes, shrank.  My MRI came back showing this. My blood tests came back without cancer.  I have to do treatment to get rid of the spots.

Last week I started having mini seizures.  I haven't had one since Thursday.  But the thing is, I'm okay.  I'm not dying any time soon, that I know of.   I've come close to having more a few times.  But I've been drinking water.  I have been trying to eat every two or three hours and taking it slow.  I haven't been to a class at all since the semester started since it's mostly online.  But I'm working on getting healthy.  I'm working on getting out of the mess of studying I have to do.  My friend and I made a promise to each other that no matter what happens with us this semester, that we don't just lay down and die.  We don't give up.  We keep fighting.

I have seen God do a miraculous thing with my spots.  And even though my friends cancer has come back, I have the faith that God can heal him, if that's what God wants to do.  Life is so short.  You don't know when you're going to be called home.  You don't know how much time you have left.  But you have to keep moving forward when things get hard.  You can't just give up.