There sometimes comes a time when one must face reality. It began as a backache which then became worse only to find out that a mass was growing on my backbone. That’s when I learned that I had cancer. A word that can be frightening at first, but that we learn to come to terms with and finally accept. I believe I’ve beaten the disease, yet just hearing someone say “cancer” still sends shivers up and down my spine. The day will come when I’ll have completely accepted what I experienced and what I’m still experiencing now. Until then, it’s best to keep up my spirits.

While it really hasn’t been proven, I feel that it’s true that a good state of mind promotes good physical health and to ensure a sound mind, you can never have too much support. My parents, my friends and, most of all, my girlfriend were there for me from the start. I feel lucky to have all these people close to me. Thanks to them and the medical staff, I’m now able to go back to a normal life.

At last, after six years of backaches, emergency surgery, a few weeks of radiotherapy and ten months of chemotherapy, what I’ve lost in hair, I’ve gained in maturity. In the hope that I’ll never have to go through it again, I firmly continue to believe that what doesn’t kill you can only make you stronger.