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Marks of a Survivor
My scars. There is beauty from it, but most scars tell a story. There are these inevitable scars that I cannot hide from a time when something inside was trying to hurt me. It is an odd thought, and when I think of cancer, I often think how strange it is to have our own body do this to us.
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My mother named me after a flower, with the intention and the idea that I am capable of growing and blooming. When I was diagnosed with osteosarcoma as an eight-year-old child, I learned the ability to grow. At first, I was confused by the word cancer.
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