Throughout all of this, one of my biggest concerns has been school.
That may seem a little surprising, because I am 25 after all. But you see, I’ve been in school, off and on, since I graduated high school (about 8 years ago… eesh!). I took a pretty big break because I just wasn’t feeling it, and I decided to do some travelling and work for a couple of non-profits. After finishing those, I knew I wasn’t ready to be serious about school, so I decided to work until I did feel ready. It was a slow and steady journey, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. It was, hands-down, the best decision I’ve ever made.
(I also happened to meet Ivory during that time, so that sweetened the deal that much more)
When I knew I was ready, I returned to school and I’ve been working my butt off ever since. It’s something that I care very much about and I felt like I could finally start to see the finish line.
I should have known better. Life has a way of throwing curve balls at you when you least expect it.
Regardless, I knew from the start that I wanted to finish out this semester. I mean, I’m so close! Just one month away. I’m not going to give up now.
I explained the situation to all of my professors, and they were more than understanding and willing to work with me. But since I know that my time in class will soon be very limited, I told them I wanted things to continue on as normally as possible, for as long as possible.
Everyone, including my doctor, has told me that maybe that’s not the best decision, since my number one focus should be my health. But, like I said, I’m a little stubborn, and I know I can do this.
This last month of school is going to be the most challenging ones that I will probably ever face, but I’ve worked too hard this semester to let it go.
While I am sad that I had to drop one class (because of the nature of the class, not because of my professor not being willing to work with me), I feel like I’ve done a decent job of keeping school and everything else separate. I even made an A on a test that was taken a week after I found out my diagnosis.
I’m not an arrogant person, but I’m pretty proud of myself for that one.