Engrave in your memory the thought of a physician in white lab coat informing you that your fourteen-year-old high school teenager may be diagnosed with skin cancer. This is the horrifying predicament my mother was put in.
I am currently a senior in high school. In the duration of my freshman year of high school I was informed that I would have to get a physical to meet the standard requirements to try out for the track team. I informed my parents, and a doctor's appointment was scheduled. The entire check up was going quickly and as well as can be expected, until my mother, and my physician, questioned a dark accumulation on my inner left thigh. The doctor informed us that this was quite common in skin cancer and, to be safe, I should have it removed. Over a long duration of two weeks it was finally time for me to undergo my operation. The small, dark portion of flesh was painfully removed, and I was notified that I would have the results within two of the proceeding weeks. Those few days seem to drag on forever. My mother was already preparing for the worst. She, and my father, treated me as if I were a fragile egg placed upon the Eiffel Tower for viewing pleasure. I was now concerned with all the things that I had not done yet, and all the things that I had done, were they all worth dying for? My results finally came in and I was told I tested negative for skin cancer. My family and I were ever so thrilled! So coincidently I was just left with eight stitches a scar for life.
This ordeal changed my life for the better. It enhanced my vision on the things that I took for granted. I now take pride in every thing that I do and live every day as though it might be my last. I am currently a Certified Nurses Assistant, as well as being Certified CPR Instruction, Basic Life Support, and in CPR. I am currently trying to obtain a certification as an Emergency Medical Technician.
