I'll never forget it. October 6th, 2016.
My mom had just visited me the night before, and all of the sudden in the morning she was asking to come up again. She had spent a lot of money on TEDx tickets in Detroit, so I was wondering why her and my dad wanted to skip it to come see me all the way in East Lansing. But I didn't oppose the idea. I would get to see my dog and also get a free lunch out of it.
They got to my house around 11 a.m., and I didn't have class until 1:00 p.m. My dad walked in with one of my dogs, Cali. My mom was in the car on the phone, and I was wondering what was taking her so long. It's not like her to take a phone call like that.
I waited outside, and finally she walked up. All of the sudden, the words just came out of her mouth: "That was the doctor. They got the results and they found a strand of lymphoma." My heart dropped. I stared straight ahead, unsure what to even think about. Thoughts immediately started rushing in. Would I lose my hair? Am I going to have chemo? How am I going to continue being a full time student? Will I graduate on time? What is happening?
I started breathing heavy. I was on the verge of tears. All I could think about is that there had to be a way that the results were wrong. I was in denial. After the loud rush of unknowns filled my head, there was an infinite period of complete silence and nothing in my mind. I stared ahead. My parents tried talking to me, I didn't answer. I felt so much that I couldn't feel anything.