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Pathogen

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Today, it has been 17 years.
Today, it has been 6,205 days.
At this moment, it has been 148,920 hours.

All that time ago, I was broken, inside and out.
The cancer eating away, withering me to nothing at all.
Connected to machines to make me breathe, to make me live.
Now these diseased hands have been cleansed.

I outlived expectations, over and over again.
I was given three years, now 17 years later, I am still alive.
The drive to overcome has sustained me.
The cancer inside of me was eaten away, whithered to nothing at all.

Now, I survive.
I have overcome, and am fairly healthy.
I have been victorious over the parasite that was attached to my brain for all those years.
 
Wow, I take it this is a true story? Quite an achievement, against the odds! (that's an understatement)
 
(Wordy) said:
Wow, I take it this is a true story? Quite an achievement, against the odds! (that's an understatement)
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When I was 6, I started getting these headaches, that would last for days and days. They would make me cry daily, as they hurt so bad. My pediatrician treated me for 2 years for a sinus infection. We would later find out that the pain had nothing to do with my sinuses.

My mother rushed me to the hospital one morning in what she describes as a coma-like state. An MRI was performed, and they found a large Medulloblastoma situated in a very dangerous part of my brain.

I was hospitalized, but didn't weigh enough for the surgery. They kept me in the hospital, and gave me steroids to give me appetite and make me gain weight. Then came time for surgery + chemotherapy.

All I remember about surgery was when the guy put the mask on me, and attached a rig into my arm. He started the gas, and the intravenous medicine, and told me to count backwards from 10. By the time I got to 6, I was out.

Next thing I knew, I awoke in a recovery room, with my head shaved (because they had to make a LARGE incision in my head) and not feeling too good. They were only able to take about 95% of the tumor out, because of the position of the tumor. They would have risked serious brain damage if they would have tried to take the other 5%.

Over the next 5 years, I got MRI's monthly, to monitor the other 5% of the tumor that was in my head. Eventually, it withered away to almost nothing. My neurosurgeon said "If I didn't know EXACTLY what I was looking for and EXACTLY where to look, I wouldn't be able to find it." He also told me that I shouldn't have anything to worry about for the rest of my life, as long as I didn't start feeling those skull-crushing headaches again.

It was recently revealed to me by my mother that my prognosis was quite grim. I was given 3 years to live. I have overcome though.
 
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