We hear that all the time from people. The phrase takes on a whole new meaning, however, when you hear it from the doctors who are treating you for cancer.
I was diagnosed with pericardial synovial sarcoma, an extremely rare and aggressive cancer, in June of 2015. Six months later, I had to take a semester off from pursuing my Geology degree at UC to undergo open-heart surgery, chemotherapy, and radiation. I was devastated.
Not only was I terminally ill, but as an ambitious, hard-working person, I had to put classes on the back burner, only compounding my frustrations as previous hardships had already delayed my graduation by a semester.
I completed chemotherapy in December 2015 and moved back to campus so that I could take classes again the following January. Things were difficult at first, but I was determined. Plus, the faculty and staff at UC were more than accommodating to my needs. Did I think about dropping out of school? Absolutely. Almost every day in fact. But I had worked so hard up to that point, I just couldn’t bring myself to quit.