| Camp Friendship, 1994 | |||||||
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| This is a picture of me shortly before my 15th birthday when my hair had started to grow back after I finished the intensive rounds of treatment which included daily doses of chemotherapy and 10 sessions of radiotherapy which caused all of my hair (and I mean all including my eyelashes, eyebrows, arm hair, leg hair, basically everything that my body worked so hard to grow by that time...notice the smooth, hairless skin?). I was still gloriously underweight at that point in my treatment, just look at my shoulders. It was taken at Camp Friendship for childhood cancer patients and survivors which is held at Camp Kern where I had just attended 6th grade camp three years prior as a healthy child who only knew about leukemia from those stupid, maudlin "Too Young to Die" books which I still hate to this day. Going from left to right: Laura, Jessica (who was just there as an exchange student waiting for her host parents at the camp), Lori (in the glasses), (Kristen?), Christy, Rhonda, and Tiffany on the day that Kristi (the Frosted Flake who didn't wash her hands after going to the bathroom) from Star 64 followed us around to a Bengals training camp(that's their van behind us). Especially us cynical teenagers who took every chance we got to mess with her and her crew. Later we toilet papered their van and thought it was just "wacky antics". I had just come back from an IV treatment at CHMC when this picture was taken which is why I have a bump (blown vein) and a band-aid on my right hand. Vincristine I believe it was on that day. Man if only I still had a frame like that... Update 2004: It has been 10 years since I was diagnosed with leukemia. July will mark my 8th anniversary of being off chemotherapy! Go back to my leukemia story |
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