I'm Ada. I am twenty four years old. I was first diagnosed with Glioblastoma in May of 2016. I remember being scared. I remember thinking the doctor was wrong. I remember the second, third, and fourth opinion and just hoping they were all wrong. For the longest time I couldn't accept what was happening. I remember telling my family, only to be abandoned by a huge portion of them.
Getting told you have cancer is such a overwhelming, consuming, depressing feeling. It's something I'd never wish on anyone, not even my own worst enemy. Cancer changes everything.