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Liz W.
Liz's e-mail:
  mustangbaby84@yahoo.com
Fear of Recurrence

When I was nine and living in California I went for a routine check up with my doctor. She saw a mole on my upper left back that looked very suspicious. It was as big around as a pencil eraser, disproportioned, and multicolored. She told my mom she would like to cut it out to have it sent in for testing. She did so, and within three days, we got a call from the doctorís office being told I had Melanoma. I had a friend at the time that was getting treatment for Leukemia, and I thought I had to go through everything she was going through. After the phone call, I found out I had an appointment the next day to see the doctor in the morning, meaning I would have to miss school. I know every kid loves to miss school, but I didnít want to because I love school, but I had no choice. 

For months, I canít remember how many, I had to go to the doctor almost every day, have tests run, and be cut up to see if the cancer had spread any where else. During this time, my dad was being transferred by his job to North Carolina; I was eleven when we moved. They did one more incision and had it sent to the lab in North Carolina. When we arrived in North Carolina, my mom went in search of a good doctor to take care of the rest of the tests and incisions. I was in my first year of sixth grade, and I missed a lot of school again because of all the doctor visits. By the time I was twelve, the doctors finally figured the cancer hadnít spread anymore. They wanted to make an appointment for me to have one last incision, which unfortunately would have to be in the morning, meaning I would miss school again. So, two months after I turned thirteen I went to the hospital and had the last incision done. My mom got a call about four days later saying all the cancer had been taken out! 

I ended up having to repeat the sixth grade because of how much school I missed, and I have a permanent scar on my back from the last incision. But my family and I consider it a miracle and a blessing that I survived cancer and at such a young age. My only fear is of recurrence. I am so scared of recurrence that I buy the highest SPF there is, which is 60+, what I have found. I wear shirts and sometimes shorts or long pants when swimming. I just hope and pray that I will not get cancer again. But I thank God every day that I am alive and survived cancer.

Liz's e-mail:  mustangbaby84@yahoo.com

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