On my 8th birthday I received my first round of chemotherapy. The doctors had found a tumor the size of a small apple growing in my sacrum in my lower back.
I was too young to know what cancer actually way. So my parents had to explain to me that it’s this evil thing growing in my body. I could feel how serious this was from the reaction of my parents. It was like this deep sorrow hanging over them.
The hardest thing for me initially was that I had to spend so much time in the hospital away from my friends and school. And on top of that it was all the blood tests and needles. Every time then wanted to do a blood test on me I was extremely afraid of the pain and I could sit with the nurse for hours refusing to do the test.
But that was nothing compared to my first round of chemo.
The doctors didn’t want to wait with to start the treatment so there I was on my 8th birthday getting chemo while my friends were there singing happy birthday. Looking back at it today it’s really surreal. I was taking turns eating cake and puking. At the same time that was the only way to do it.
Read more about my story on the War On Cancer app, find and connect with me @aron