So by now everyone knows that yesterday was my birthday. July 6th I was brought into this world by Celia...However not many people know how emotional yesterday was for me. When I woke up I instantly missed my sister. With Courtney in South Africa I feel so empty needless to say I cried last night. Imaging your best friend going off the grid for a few weeks and you cant even talk to her,but back to this birthday story. The first thing I did when I woke up was thank God for allowing me to make it. Do you know how easy it was for me to be dead by now. Two surgeries where I could have easily died, all the intensive chemotherapy.
There are so many times I could have been the one that didn't make it. I've been battling cancer..scratch that cancer has been battling me for over a year now. I know cancer has to be sick of my overly resilient self...I know i'm tired of Cancer's irritating ways. My birthday every year reminds me of how strong I am. Every year my mom tells the story of my birth, you see my birth was one that shouldn't have happened. I was the special child who was turning black and blue in the womb due to the umbilical cord wrapped around my neck with my mother still pushing me out. Needless to say my birth was a miracle. Over this past year I have concluded that not only was my birth a miracle but my life is a miracle.
It is a miracle that I have not taken my own life due to depression or horrible circumstances. It is truly a miracle that every night I go out with my friends I return home, a miracle that cancer is still battling me and I have not given in. Although I have desired more that anything to give in multiple times during the epic almost 2 year battle. Even thinking back to stories my mom tells me about my childhood, I know i'm one tough cookie. While it truly continues to amaze me daily how strong he made me when I was created. God knew he was conjuring up something great when he created me and all that I am. In my short 22 years of life I have been to and through more things than most middle aged adults and in my short 22 years of life I have pushed through more things than most middle aged adults. Mist of all in my short 22 years of life I have inspired more people then most people do in their entire lives. In 22 short years of life i have accomplished one of my biggest accomplishments to date, that is simply inspiring others to fight to live.
Live freely, live happily, but most of all as cliche as it is going to sound inspiring others to live strong. Living strong and healthy, and living with a purpose. Life is entirely to live purpose less. When God created us he created our purpose. We are driven by our purpose and they day society not only recognizes it but accepts it the world will be a better place. Strength is the only thing that has kept me alive several times over this past year. The fight that I had no idea I truly had does nothing but confirm my previous statement. Pride is not what little girls are made of... it's purely Strength.