September 17, 2012
Being pushed in a wheel chair to my new home for the next week was irritating. I was perfectly capable of walking to my room (emphasis on “was”). The cancer ward was a new place. Little bald children walking around as if being hooked up to four hundred tubes at once was something every four-year-old dreamed of. I stood out for looking normal. The nurses told me so. They weren’t used to seeing a patient with a head of golden blonde hair. I wasn’t anywhere near content with the situation. I missed school; I might have cancer. Little did I know, I was going to be hit, head on, with a new version of normal.
October 9, 2012
I had always wondered what I would look like bald. My mom and her friend left work and took me to a wig store. After picking out two, I shaved my head. Well, actually my mom shaved it. With tears streaming down her face, she turned her beautiful fifteen-year-old daughter into a beautiful, bald fifteen-year-old. I was shy for the first day, then decided people could deal with it. So what, I didn’t have hair. Get over it.
This short story is how being a cancer patient has impacted my life. I had to adjust to a new normal. It wasn’t like getting used to a new schedule, because you couldn’t predict the next 12 hours. It wasn’t like having to take a new medication because there were 20 of them. I had to learn to become content in who I was and what I was doing. During one of my chemo treatments after shaving my head, I felt ugly. I didn’t want anyone to see me. All of the nurses at the hospital were young and beautiful and I secretly hated every single one of them for it. But at the same time I had to love them because they were playing an important role in saving my life. This dreaded feeling inspired me to create the Princess Project. I organized an event where my friends and I went to the very hospital that I received treatment at, dressed as Princesses. My goal was to show that a princess fighting for her life is just as beautiful as any princess in a movie. I wanted to brighten the days of the children there and give the parents a short break from the hospital room that their child was living in. As of right now, my family and I are working to make this organization an official non-profit organization, so we can continue to bring smiles to the kids in the hospital and show them that there is Hope for tomorrow.