My story begins on June 21st, 2013 at the age of just 14. It was just a normal day, and I was on my computer. When all of a sudden, I couldn’t breathe. I told my mom, and we went straight to the emergency room. I was taken back right away, and they did all of these tests. When they finally determined what I had, my mom and me couldn’t believe it. I had Late Stage 4 Non-Hodgkin’s Lymphoma, with a tumor the size of a ping-pong ball. I had to have two surgeries. The prognosis was grim. They said  that if they didn’t get the tumor out of me right away, I wouldn’t be alive that much longer. They also told me that I had only a five percent chance of survival with just four months to live. I had surgery the next day. Once I was recovered enough, they transfered me to this children’s hospital that’s really well known for cancer and cancer research. That’s where I started chemo. But, I wasn’t mad or sad about it, like most people are. I don’t even know why, I just wasn’t. Then the following month of July, they did cardiology tests, and they discovered that I had Mitral Valve Prolapse. So, I thought, “Okay, another diagnosis. I can deal with it.” So, for that month I was battling cancer with a heart condition. So, in August, they did a blood drawl, and the results reveled that I had Type 1 Diabetes. I was like, “Oh, come on now! ANOTHER diagnosis!?” But, like before, I just dealt with it. Considering it was going to be my new normal, from now on. I had a deadly reaction to the chemo. So, on February 28th, 2014, they told me that I was cancer free.