I only had one class today, so I happen to have some extra time on my hands. Somehow I ended up on my blog and started reading through past posts from when I was sick. It is so crazy to think that it is now 2013 and I was diagnosed in 2010....oh how time flies. My brother is always getting after me for not ever posting. I guess I just figure that my life now isn't as interesting as it was a few years ago. But I guess I can keep posting when I have days like today, and if you don't find my new posts interesting then by all means don't feel inclined to read. (really, I won't be offended)
Well...thanks to my lovely immune system that is trying its hardest, I have spent the last week fighting for my every breath. (I bet you have dearly missed my over exaggeration and my hilarious sense of humor) More like, I have been battling a severe case of bronchitis and apparently some respitory something or other. Long story short my airways are inflamed and not allowing a whole lot of air through, resulting in plenty of coughing, weezing, etc.. Also accompanied by a nose that is running ALL.THE.TIME. Hopefully I have turned the corner with this lovely mess, but I am still coughing most of the time.
Other than that, things have been going good. I am enjoying my new classes for this spring semester here at UVU. Somedays I wonder if I will ever get sick again. I think this is something every cancer survivor faces. I figure that somewhere down the road, something is bound to come up. Some say it's only a matter of time. I know I am more prone to things...sometimes I just can't help but wonder how much longer I have to be healthy. Every little bruise that stays too long, or any peculiar feeling I have anywhere on my body-- I can't help but think the unthinkable in the back of my mind. It's not this constant fear...but rather just this looming thought in the back of my mind. I am happy to say, however, that this doesn't hold me back. I love being healthy, and I love being alive. So for now, that's good enough for me.
I don't know if I have made it publicly known on this blog of mine, but I am considering going into nursing. Being a college athlete, I can't simply major in nursing due to the busy schedule I have. My options are to either major in exercise science or community health, and then go on to an accelerated nursing program after volleyball. But we'll see what happens. When people used to ask me if having cancer made me want to do something in the medical field, I would say: HECK NO. I'm getting as far away from hospitals as I can. But with each visit I make up to primary children's, I find my self excited to go. Excited to see all of the nurses who became my friends. I guess it's easier to be excited to go when I know I can come home at the end of the day. I find myself wanting to help and to give back, primarily to patients who are going through what I went through. I find myself looking for any way I can to share my story and to help others-- to tell them that they can get through this. That's why I want to be a nurse.
I don't know why I decided to post today...maybe just because I figured this blog was a really neat thing I have, and it would be a shame to just let it stop altogether. Or maybe just because I'm bored. But--I think the cough medicine I took is making my hands shake, which is making typing quite the ordeal at the moment....SO- until next time, when I either get bored enough to write or I have something profound enough to say. To those of you who are still reading, thank you. And thank you most of all for reading in the times when it mattered most, and for praying for me when I needed it. This blog was a huge support system to me through my illness. Until we meet again!