My twitterive was some of the most personal writing I've ever done, and in all the years since I was diagnosed (started chemo in '05, to give you an idea), I've never actually taken the time to write about my experiences. My parents always encouraged me to do something with my talents, knowing how much I love to write to the point that they consider me a Writing Arts Major first and an Education Major second, but for some reason, I never got around to actually putting pen to paper or fingers to keyboard. It's something I truly regret.
The experience is therapeutic in a way that would have helped me immensely through the ordeal. And one of the positive side-effects is that such a piece of writing exists, regardless of the media I use to present it, that could possibly help someone else through their own ordeal. To me, that is one of the most important aspects of the whole project.
Helping others was sort of my part time job while I was undergoing treatment, as I was generally the oldest patient at any given time. If I wasn't, I was the oldest patient that didn't mind talking to all the little kids while my parents talked to their parents. The Lucas family became sort of a cancer therapy in St. Christopher's for a whole year of our lives, and I think being able to do that, to give assistance to others that needed it, helped my mom cope with a lot of what was happening to me.
The experience is therapeutic in a way that would have helped me immensely through the ordeal. And one of the positive side-effects is that such a piece of writing exists, regardless of the media I use to present it, that could possibly help someone else through their own ordeal. To me, that is one of the most important aspects of the whole project.
Helping others was sort of my part time job while I was undergoing treatment, as I was generally the oldest patient at any given time. If I wasn't, I was the oldest patient that didn't mind talking to all the little kids while my parents talked to their parents. The Lucas family became sort of a cancer therapy in St. Christopher's for a whole year of our lives, and I think being able to do that, to give assistance to others that needed it, helped my mom cope with a lot of what was happening to me.
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