My journey with cancer began at the age of 2 years old when I was diagnosed with leukemia.

Now, as a survivor of 24 years, I reflect on the strength and love that surrounded me throughout

that time, and I am filled with gratitude. At such a young age, I didn't fully grasp the severity of

my illness. I believed, in an innocent way, that every child went through the same treatments I

did. Though I knew I was sick, the true gravity of my condition was something my family carried

for me.

My parents are the heroes in my story, standing by me with unwavering strength and

determination. They were my pillars, ensuring I had the best care and endless love. My siblings,

too, were my warriors. They fiercely protected my health, making sure anyone who came into

my circle was healthy and safe. They shaped me into the person I am today—someone who is

thoughtful, brave, tough, mindful, and strong.

Cancer, a word that often carries a shadow, has been a light in my life. It gave me the

opportunity to create special memories with my family, even in the hospital. It introduced me to

incredible friendships and to a camp called One Step, a haven for cancer survivors and those

still undergoing treatment. Camp One Step became a place where I forged some of my best

memories during middle school and high school. It was a place of joy, hope, and connection—a

true blessing.

When I moved into a new neighborhood, I became friends with Rylie's older sister, and soon,

Rylie became like a little sister to me. We spent countless moments together, and they both

filled those moments with light and laughter. Being around them made me feel like I was part of

their family, and our time together remains some of my fondest memories.

When I heard about Rylie's diagnosis, I wanted to share the light and joy that One Step had

brought into my life with her. Introducing her to my special place felt like passing on the strength

and hope I had found there.

As I approach 28, I feel fulfilled and grateful for the life I have been given. I hope that anyone

reading this knows that even if you are not the person battling cancer, the person you love who

is fighting sees you as their champion, their hero, and their warrior. I am truly blessed for my

warriors, and I honor them every day.