Sharing some hope from our friend Sue, who by the way didn’t have the best response to treatment. She is one of the reasons we can say “Hope Always”.
This is how I kicked off my 13th year of survival. I was diagnosed a day after my birthday. I call it my rebirth because you do actually start a whole new life after your diagnosis. So I am presently 13 years old in my new life and I am healthy and happy. After treatment I was told my future was uncertain. Treatment was not as successful as hoped. I cried for 2 years. Then I smacked myself in the head and started to live. Don’t give up hope. Only God knows when your end is. Embrace each day and make memories.