You never know what's going to happen to you tomorrow. Or even in 5 min.
My bio teacher asked the class if we were interested in becoming a part of research for breast cancer. At first it didn't sound like any fun until my friend turned towards me and asked me if i was interested. So i thought to myself, "What good would this do to me?" i thought for about 5 minutes and i decided to volunteer to become one of the candidates.
After that class was over i asked myself if there would be any possible way of getting breast cancer. I was sure enough that i wouldn't. Today, as i was talking to another bio teacher (who just recovered from breast cancer) she asked me if i had any questions about it. I asked her if my grandma (who died of breast cancer) and my mother (who has the symptoms for it) would there be any possible way for me to be diagnosed with it? She said there is a high risk of me getting it. (after talking about other background info of genetics and stuff) Also, my other grandma (dad's side) suffered from Glaucoma. Glaucoma is an eye disorder in which the optic nerve is damaged, permanently damaging vision in the affected eye(s) and progressing to complete blindness if untreated. My dad is diagnosed with it and there is also a high risk of it getting passed on to me. So either way when i grow up it's either glaucoma or breast cancer. 2 very serious situations that could potentially kill me.
As i walked out of the class i didn't know what to think. first thought that went through my mind was "Why me God?" It was one of those moments. I knew it was wrong to think of that thought but it happen. I wasn't sure when i would get diagnosed, how it felt, how much it would cost for treatment, and how it would affect my family.
I soon realized that we never know what's going to happen next. God plans everything perfectly. He knows our every move. We should live life to the fullest because we never know when our last day will be.
We should be thankful for everything that he's given to us. Good or bad.
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