For those who don't know, I'm a six year cancer survivor. I was diagnosed in July 2013 (on my birthday no less) and finished treatment June 2014. I had rhabdmyosarcoma, a soft tissue cancer, in my bladder.

So if you don't like people talking about cancer, please don't force yourself to read this.

Oh yeah, and I talk about my time of diagnosis so I talk about bowel movements and constipation.

Also not everyone's cancer experience is the same, I don't speak for everyone's cancer, and other cancer survivors don't either (at least I don't think so).

Got that?

Good.

Time to be angry and honest...........

Sorry, but you cannot stop childhood cancer.

The cancer vaccine that you get around 13-14 is only for one type of cancer and I'm not sure what it is, but the commercial for it is the absolute WORST.

Like all the parents are like "cancer won't take MY child," and I'm sitting on the couch trying not to break the tv. First of all, does that mean my parents, and the parents of the thousands of children who are diagnosed with cancer did something wrong? Was there something they could have done other than teaching me not to smoke, providing me with nutrients from the four food groups, and sending me out to the backyard in addition to regular doctor appointments??????

WHAT COULD THEY HAVE DONE? IT WAS A GENETIC FRICKING MUTATION THAT MY OWN BODY HAD NO CONTROL OVER. GOOD LUCK STOPPING THAT VACCINE-LESS, CURELESS CANCER!

Oh yeah my moms been told that she did something wrong and that's why I have cancer.

(Those stupid posts that are like "tHiS fIvE FooDS WiLl GiVe yOuR kId CaNcER" are also stupid and I think whoever wrote them should burn in hell because on one of them was gummy bears and my cousins ate/eat gummy bears more than I do (honestly the only candy I sort of regularly ate was smarties) so BOGUS but they don't make me nearly as angry as the cancer vaccine commercials).

People talk about how the treatment is worse than the cancer (and for them it probably was!) but for me I was in constant pain. I thankfully don't remember how bad it was but my mom and I were talking about it and she said that if I had remembered the pain and then went through childbirth I wouldn't think it was so bad. I cannot stress to you how AWFUL that summer was, I couldn't do ANYTHING without running to the bathroom in three minutes only to sit on the toilet in fricking AGONY only for NOTHING (or if I was lucky a speck) to come out.

  It was SO BAD, my grandma took me to several different doctors WHO ALL MISDIAGNOSED ME AS CONSTIPATED.

It got to the point where my mom flew up to see me and cut our vacation with grandma short.

When we were back at home, we went to ANOTHER hospital where it was sort of correctly diagnosed as a mass in my bladder but not as a cancer so my mom scheduled another appointment and I ended up going to Houston and going to the ER where I got surgery to get the mass out and THEN I had relief.

that sounds brief, right?

no.

I was at my grandma's house end of June-into July-ish, and I wasn't home until at least a couple of days before the 26 of July. I was in the hospital, celebrating my birthday, on the 26, and I was in Houston the first week of August.

Essentially, pain, cancer, and doctors stole my summer vacation and my birthday.

Before the treatment BEGAN, I made the decision to be held back until I recovered.

Can you imagine being forced to make the choice between going to school and risking your health (since you're immune system is TERRIBLE during treatment) OR being held back and knowing that people are going to ask why?

I might make a part two to this but I don't know.