Everyone has scars
Scars from skateboarding, scars from sports, scars from falling
Anyone would be blessed if they got such a scar as precious as mine.
Everyone has scars, my scar tells my story.
The story of the girl who lived.
A part of my childhood was spent waiting, waiting for answers, waiting for prayers, but mostly waiting for a miracle.
Most people say that a child’s first memory could be because of something traumatic or life changing.
My first memory is sitting in a hospital bed, smiling.
Being the girl who lived has its challenges.
Surviving cancer was no easy task, and I cannot say I did it alone, because God was at work in my life from being an infant.
Having survived doesn’t mean life has gotten any easier, its gotten very hard at time.
From deaths to losing other fighters, life hasn’t eased up one bit.
Although there are challenges, as they come to everyone, my outlook has eternally changed.
Instead of seeing no light at the end of the tunnel, I see every ray of light that beams.
I am a silver-lining in a dark tunnel, and my outlook on absolutely everything has changed and will continue to transform me.
The other side is a girl who thanks God every day she made it and continues to make it every day she wakes up.
Going to church all my life also had its benefits.
Now, being the girl who lived shows its outcomes.
Being the girl who lived changed me, as it would change anyone.
It changes my family, it changed the people in my church, it changed my friends, and it even changed the doctors.
Being a survivor helps me every day to wake up grateful, and ultimately thankful to God.
While I was the deaths gate, I was upheld in something I never would expect to happen to me, a miracle.
Being in remission for 12 years says I was strong, I am strong, and I will be strong.
Being strong doesn’t always mean that I’m okay, it means that I will be okay no matter what and ill give it my all.
Being a cancer survivor shows that even when the hard times come, there will always be hope, and hope has the power to make anything seem possible.
Having twelve years pass by shows that miracles do happen and nothing is ever impossible.
As hard as it may seem, people always have a way of showing what is truly important to them and who they really are.
My scar gave people something to believe in, something to hope for and the proof that miracles do happen.
But because every scar tells a story, my scar tells my story.