I always struggled in school, I always tried to be the best, but fell back. Whether it was because I had trouble in school or I would make commitments that were too much for me to withhold. At the age of 13, I started to attend doctors, my mother theorized that I had hyperthyroidism. Instead, doctors discovered cysts on my neck that have increased ever since. Through it all, my grandfather stood there for me. He listened to all my troubles until his death from lung cancer in 2012. I fell into a rough patch at 14, I started not to care about school and blocked people out of my life. Soon after my 15th birthday, I began rethinking life and how education might be the best choice for me in order to improve my future. Before his death, my grandfather
