I was diagnosed with cancer during very formative years. When you’re 13, appearance and status are what’s most important. These factors were now out of my control. My entire appearance was altered due to the extreme amount of chemotherapy and steroids I was enduring. I already didn’t feel like myself due to numerous medications I was on, but it was even harder when I didn’t recognize myself in the mirror. I wasn’t able to attend school for over two years, which left speculation among my classmates regarding my whereabouts. Of course, everyone knew about my diagnosis in the beginning. I received hundreds of thoughtful cards and letters from my community members, and peers. Though, after a while, people forgot or moved on. I would often hear rumors about what was being said in regards to my health status. People would carelessly refer to me as “the cancer girl.” This was definitely not the status I hoped to have as a new high schooler.

While undergoing treatment, I was forced to confront physical and mental roadblocks. I emerged from my hardship carrying a newfound appreciation with me. Being on the other side of my journey, I recognize the gift of capability. Part of human life is growing comfortable. We become set in our own routines, and fear stepping outside the box. This cycle leads to the mystery of the potential capability we all have within. I realized how capable I was when I returned to school halfway through my sophomore year. My teachers and guidance counselors were discussing the early stages of college with us within a few weeks of my arrival. I thought to myself, I just got to high school, now I have to start thinking about college? I didn’t have any idea of a future career, or what I wanted to major in. I listened as all my friends seemed to have a pathway towards their future.

The following days I pondered over what career would best suit me. Discouragement continued to occupy my mind when I’d think about how far behind I was academically. Chemotherapy left me with a forgetful memory, and a hard time remaining focused in school. I felt as though I wasn’t smart enough for any career that came to mind. I knew one thing: I wanted to work in a children’s hospital, and help oncology patients. I grew passionate about working with children who are facing the same challenges I once did. However, this idea felt far-fetched. Becoming a doctor, an anesthesiologist, or a nurse practitioner seemed beyond my capability considering I practically just began high school. Science courses were my biggest weakness; I considered myself to have more of a creative brain. I wasn’t sure how I’d be able to work in a children’s hospital without pursuing one of these careers.

My senior year of high school, I took a social psychology course. This class consisted of learning about all careers relating to psychology and social work. Exploring the jobs surrounding child social work piqued my interest. Helping people has always been something I’ve been passionate about, specifically children. I continued to research careers that would allow me to fulfill both of my goals: work in a children’s hospital, and help them through the mental aspect of their treatment. I landed on a child life specialist. A child life specialist works closely with the families of recently diagnosed children, assisting them through the emotional side of treatment. Providing support, using therapeutic techniques, and educating families of the logistics of their treatment plan are all responsibilities of the job.

With thought, I realized this was the career for me. Yes, I may have dealt with academic setbacks, but my experience has provided me with all the characteristics I need for the job. I have grown to be resilient, empathetic, and knowledgeable through my journey with cancer. I am more than capable of taking a leap of faith, and embarking on this path.