There I was, running through the abyss of the mossy Montana forest. All my dreams had come true. As I moved further into the forest, I reflected on my life. After years of intense studying and training, I managed to make it into Montana State University. Daily I’d find myself running 10 or so miles on the college’s varsity cross country team. I challenged my mind through the advanced programs, and had A’s in every single one of them. Every night and day for 6 years, I worked myself to extremes. I’ve been known for my motivation, and nothing could stop me.
I took pride in my health, and figured that running had made it so I could skip on the health check ups. For some reason, I decided that after 4 years, and increased migraines, I decided to see what was up. I knew that I drunk enough water and I was getting enough sleep. For a month, my head ached and I had called uncle. I expected to get a simple answer like stress or posture or my consumption of processed meats. …show more content…
Some of my other symptoms sparked up a lot of different questions. The doctor suggested an MRI because she was suspicious. Terrible thoughts flooded through me. I knew MRI’s weren’t good, but I hoped for the best.
A few days later, I got the call that changed my life. I had grade 3 Brain Cancer. My heart dropped. Tears were shed, and I stayed inside for days. Doctors called and urged me to come in. Homework piled up, but none of that mattered. For hours, I’d lie in fetal position. There was no way that I actually had a
I took pride in my health, and figured that running had made it so I could skip on the health check ups. For some reason, I decided that after 4 years, and increased migraines, I decided to see what was up. I knew that I drunk enough water and I was getting enough sleep. For a month, my head ached and I had called uncle. I expected to get a simple answer like stress or posture or my consumption of processed meats. …show more content…
Some of my other symptoms sparked up a lot of different questions. The doctor suggested an MRI because she was suspicious. Terrible thoughts flooded through me. I knew MRI’s weren’t good, but I hoped for the best.
A few days later, I got the call that changed my life. I had grade 3 Brain Cancer. My heart dropped. Tears were shed, and I stayed inside for days. Doctors called and urged me to come in. Homework piled up, but none of that mattered. For hours, I’d lie in fetal position. There was no way that I actually had a