(7/Many) “The doctor called me. Telling me I had to come in. I left camp with my sister. She drove. The drive felt long, probably because all I could think about was that I’m going to find out I don’t have long to live.”
“The pathologists sent my results to Stanford to be looked at. No one here could tell what it was. Usually, it takes two weeks to get the results back from Stanford. But someone was looking after me. It was the day after my surgery they called me in to tell me what it was. It’s unheard of to find out that quickly.”
“I was relieved to be able to find out so quickly. Most have to wait weeks wondering what will happen with their life. I only had to wait a day to find out my life will never be the same."
“I hear the results and break down. I lose it. I don’t understand it.”
“The doctor tells me I’m going to get through this. She then calls my mother telling her the news. I worried so much of how my mother would feel. I mean, how would any mother feel if they heard the words, ‘Your daughter has cancer’?”
"I go back to camp. I thought to myself that this could be a silent battle. No one has to know. But I knew that was wrong. God wanted to use this battle to help me, help others. This won’t be silent. I tell the kids at camp what just happened. They all cried with me, hugged me, and told me everything will be ok. I felt loved."
“Afterwards, I run to my bed and just lay there. Trying to process what was going on. I felt lost and hopeless. It must have been a sign from god, but when I fall onto my bed, crying, my computer randomly started playing the song, Love Came Down.”
I wondered of Hayden’s mother’s reaction when hearing the news...
(Hayden was a camp counselor for the Salvation Army assisting underprivileged children. Her role was teaching photography to the kids.)
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