GRANGER, IAN LEVI

[IAN LEVI GRANGER]

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[rs=2]	My name's Ian. I'm a sophomore in college, age twenty. I am a cancer survivor. My life changed my senior year of high school when I was diagnosed with Leukemia. Before then, I'd been God. The ladies flocked around me, I was an all-state baseball player, I'd gotten perfect scores on tests that I'd cheated on. Life was perfect. I'll admit now, I was a complete douche bag. My outlook on life was a deceptive, selfish one. I didn't realize it then, but now looking back at my old self, I see what would have come of me. Nothing good. Anyways, the cancer hit me like a fuckin' train. They wouldn't have even found it on time if I hadn't waltzed into the doctor's office a month early for my baseball physical. I thought it was a sick joke. I couldn't accept it. I didn't accept it. I went into denial for months. I shut out the world. I went through the treatment like other patients. I was there, but not. My soul had been ripped out of me. Everything that I'd once had was gone. My perfect self... Gone. I'd had so much support. It was all unappreciated by me at the time, but it was there. When my hair fell out, the whole baseball team shaved their heads bare. Daily, I would open my locker to find flowers and notes from all kinds of people. Everyone gave me their love, but I'd showed none in return. I was a blank slate. I continued to die slowly everyday, fading into nothing. One day, I came home early from school and found my mother weeping. There she sat alone on the couch in the dark living room, sobbing her heart out, and I knew it was for me. She didn't know I was there watching her. To this day, she still doesn't. But at that moment, something inside of me changed. As I backed out of the room quieter than I'd arrived, I became determined. I would beat Leukemia for her. And if I didn't win, I would make the rest of my time on this planet worth while. From then on, I made it a point to change my attitude. I began to love and smile and laugh. I learned to play the guitar and I wrote my mother a song. For God's sake, I even watched chick flicks. Little things like that changed who I was. I became a much better person than the girl-magnet jock with a big ego. I became happy. It was a long battle, and there were so many times that I wanted to give up. If you want something enough you can have it, and I learned that. I firmly believe that everything happens for a reason. If I had the choice of never getting Leukemia, I would say fuck that. Cancer changed my life for the better. Now that all of that's said and done, we can talk less serious! I'm not normally that serious at all. Only about that subject. I'm actually quite the funny guy, I must say. I can bust some chops. I can turn a frown upside down pretty quickly. I'd also like to say that I'm a romantic. It's probably another side effect of the cancer thing. I've been down the dirty road before and I know that's not how to go about love. Being on the edge of death made me realize that the most important thing in the world is love; pure and blissful love. And I can't believe I almost died without experiencing it. I want a real relationship. I want to take a girl on real genuine dates, where they don't just end in the bedroom. I want to find somebody who I can laugh with. I'm starting to sound like a fuckin' girl. Alright, I'm gonna peace out before I turn into a pile of fuckin' mush.
romantic. determined. cancer survivor. ------------------------------- ace!