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I'd like to share a testimonial from my friend Jaime, a four-year breast cancer survivor. Read and also watch her video.
This journal is about my journey with a rare cancer. I started writing my thoughts when I was first diagnosed at age 27, and it eventually evolved into this web page. I hope that it reaches anyone out there that may feel alone. I know I felt alone when I was first told that I had this thing called cancer. And not just any cancer. Adrenal Cortical Cancer (ACC), is a rare and lethal cancer with no cure. I have been blessed to have survived this cancer twice.
I re-read my post from three years ago when I started teaching Bible study for fourth graders. I was so nervous. Since then I've moved up each year with the same group of kids. Those fourth graders are now in seventh grade!
Last week was the first day of class. It was definitely overwhelming. My have they changed. I lost my voice trying to talk over them. The 2nd grade teacher next door complained to the office about our "rowdy" class. There is a considerable difference in the volume and hormones as compared to our neighbors. I let my class socialize a bit since they hadn't seen each other since May. I took their photos individually and as a class. 10 boys and 5 girls. Lord, help us.
Meanwhile back at the university...I'm in my last year in obtaining my teaching credential so that I can teach in the public school system here in California. I dropped off my fingerprints and application in Los Angeles today for a substitute position. That means I could get the call to sub anywhere from K-8 within two weeks! Holy Majoly! I start my student teaching in January. One of my professors suggested that I continue on to get my Master's for the bump in pay stimulation of brain cells. I've seriously thought about it. My interest of thesis would be teaching kids the research and reporting process in the least painful way possible. A thesis on the thesis. Think multi-genre incorporating, photos, artwork, poetry and journals. The kids would own it and be proud of whatever topic they choose to research. I haven't formally declared my change in major.
That was the strong "me" talking. The weak "me" fears about working that hard and then falling flat. I mean I don't have all the energy I used to have. But if I knew that failure wasn't an option...If I could be certain that cancer wouldn't be there to meet me later...So many if's. I have a friend who went to university on a full scholarship only to have Adrenal Cancer take that away. Is it better to have tried than not? Of course I already know the answer.
So part of me just wants to take that credential and run with it. Just give me my own classroom because that I know is my true calling.
Did I mention my grandmother was a teacher? She is my inspiration. She died at a young age from pancreatic cancer.
I stumbled upon her journal a few years ago. I turned it into a blog. Here's a link to my past. In it she talks about bringing my mom home from the hospital soon after her birth. Like me, she's a movie buff. She comments on her favorite films and actors. I love reading her favorite quotes. Here's a link to her blog. How cool is she?!! My grandma has a blog. You rock Lola!