I was diagnosed with Ewings Sarcoma at age 21. For four months I had low back pain that radiated down my left leg. Half of my left leg was numb, I walked with a limp, and I went for months with 1 hour or less of sleep due to the pain. I visited urgent care and the ER multiple times before I had an MRI that showed a mass. I got the call while I was at work and I was rushed to the ER because I was so close to be paralyzed from the waist down. When the pathology report took more than a couple of weeks, I knew that I had cancer. I got the call two weeks before my 22nd birthday. I spent my birthday having all my exams and two days after, I had a Hickman catheter placed and I started chemo that same day. I spent a year on aggressive chemo and radiation. This whole thing was nothing new. My brother was diagnosed with rhabdomyosarcoma 4 years before me at age 6. He is now 10 years old and is my biggest inspiration. Still, it was just as difficult. I watched all of my friends pity me and move on with their lives. I felt like I was stuck. Even after I started treatment, I didn't want to believe that I had cancer. It was confusing for me for other cancer patients to try to relate to me. I didn't want people to stare. I didn't want to tell anyone what I felt. I wanted nothing more than to be normal. But, I'm not normal. At least, not anymore. I'm a survivor. I am now 1.5 months out. I've exceeded all of my expectations. If you would've told me a year ago that I would be here now, I wouldn't have believed you. I kept a diary during treatment and everyday, I also wrote 5 positive thoughts at the end of the day. I would really like to write a book about my story and share my diary. I want to share my story with others. I want others to know that everything is possible as long as you believe it is. Cancer is not a death sentence. There is so much more to life. I promise you, fighting for another day will only make you stronger.