
cancer journey with me. To my parents, my siblings, and my
grandparents. To my aunts, uncles, and cousins. To my friends
and my community. To my doctors, nurses, and everyone else
at Mayo Clinic and St. Mary's. To the NCCS and the other
incredible organizations which make lives better for cancer kids.
To all other children who have been forced down a similar road.
To those who were stronger than me but not as lucky as I was.
To researchers and donors and anyone who has recognized the
problem cancer poses and is trying to help do something about it.
Thank you all.
This book was created and published on StoryJumper™
©2014 StoryJumper, Inc. All rights reserved.
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by Meg Tapp
My Childhood
Cancer Story

Before.




Life changes fast. One day you're the same
child you've always been: a tomboy, happiest
out among the trees beside your Minnesota
home. Building snowmen with your siblings
and screaming with delight as you leap off the
end of the dock Up North. Racing your dogs
up and down the gravel road with a gap-
toothed grin and skinny, bruised-up legs.
But then something changes, and suddenly
you can't be that child anymore; suddenly you
have to grow up much too soon. You have to
learn words most children won't hear until
college, or never at all. You have to trek to
early morning appointments and watch your
hair fall out in clumps onto your pillow.
And, hardest of all, you have to wonder if
maybe you won't get to grow up.

Warnings.

People ask me all the time: "What did it feel
like?" The best answer I can give is in the
words of my nine-year-old self: "Like I had
holes in me."
That imagery was inspired by a Halloween
decoration. We were shopping for my little
brother's costume a few weeks before
diagnosis, and I paused in the store to stare
down at a plastic figurine of a corpse "rising
from the dead." It had rips in its skin, tears
where you could see the painted bone and
muscle beneath. I whispered to it, "I know
how you feel." It makes me sad to think
about that moment, about a little girl who
was so sick she sympathized with Halloween
decorations.
Two weeks later I found myself at St.
Mary's Hospital in Rochester, MN, being
diagnosed with Acute Lymphocytic
Leukemia.


There are many things I will never forget
about November 6th, 2003. Squeezing my
mom's hand too hard as the anesthesia took
me under for a bone marrow biopsy. Glancing
anxiously at the clock every few minutes as we
waited for the doctors to come by with the
results. Their faces when they finally did show
up, like open books. The leading physician's
first words: "I'm sorry."
But mostly I won't forget what came after. I
won't forget curling up in my mom's arms
while she cried. I won't forget how my dad held
his head in his hands, or how I wouldn't let
anyone talk except them. I wanted them to tell
me everything would be okay, even though I
knew they couldn't make any promises.
That was the hardest part: knowing they
would do absolutely anything to save me, and I
would do absolutely anything to fight it. But
there might not be anything anyone could do.
Diagnosis.




Overcoming.
A cancer diagnosis doesn't change who you are. It
doesn't make you dislike the things you used to
love. You'll have to do some things you don't want
to do, sure. You'll have to watch chemo snake into
your port, knowing full well it will make your lunch
reappear in a few short hours. You'll have to have
blood draws and spinal taps on a regular basis.
You'll have to miss school for weeks on end and
give up play dates with friends if they have even the
slightest hint of a cough.
But you'll still love to have fun. And you CAN. You
can blow bubbles in the hospital hallway with your
sister. You can go tubing at the lake like you always
do. You can hide from your nurses when they bring
your shots and play air guitar in your pajamas, even
if you're connected to that ever-present IV pole.
I have many fond memories of my hospital stays
and the time I spent at appointments with my
parents. I don't really remember the pain and the
sickness. I remember the happy moments, and I'm
okay with that. Sometimes you can't control what
happens in your life, but you can control how you
react to it. Choose to be happy.









I can still remember the first time I took my hat off in front of my fourth grade class. I only made it to a
few days of school that year, mostly so I could see my friends. I was nervous about what they would
think, of course, even at that young age. But as we sat in a circle listening to our teacher read a book, I
reached up and tugged my hat off. It was a blue knit cap with flowers on it, and I let it fall into my lap. A
few of the kids glanced over, then smiled and went right back to listening to the story. Not one person said
a single word about it, and I love them for it still.
Braving
It
Bald.




Family.
I didn't take my cancer journey alone; my
family was there beside me every step of
the way. I have two younger siblings, a
brother and a sister. The two and a half
years while I was being treated were
undoubtedly difficult for them. Their lives
changed just as drastically as mine did, and
I will forever be grateful for how they
handled it.
My family members got me through every
single day. My parents did everything they
could to make life easier for me. My mom
bought horseshoes and we played them in
the hospital courtyard on a beautiful
summer day. My dad slept beside me
every night because I was afraid something
terrible would happen if I was alone. My
siblings had sleepovers at the hospital with
me, nights when we ordered pizza and
watched movies as if we were simply
staying at a hotel.
I owe my family everything; they did all
they could to make my life feel normal
during a time when it was anything but,
and I'm so thankful.
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cancer journey with me. To my parents, my siblings, and my
grandparents. To my aunts, uncles, and cousins. To my friends
and my community. To my doctors, nurses, and everyone else
at Mayo Clinic and St. Mary's. To the NCCS and the other
incredible organizations which make lives better for cancer kids.
To all other children who have been forced down a similar road.
To those who were stronger than me but not as lucky as I was.
To researchers and donors and anyone who has recognized the
problem cancer poses and is trying to help do something about it.
Thank you all.
This book was created and published on StoryJumper™
©2014 StoryJumper, Inc. All rights reserved.
Publish your own children's book:
www.storyjumper.com


by Meg Tapp
My Childhood
Cancer Story

Before.




Life changes fast. One day you're the same
child you've always been: a tomboy, happiest
out among the trees beside your Minnesota
home. Building snowmen with your siblings
and screaming with delight as you leap off the
end of the dock Up North. Racing your dogs
up and down the gravel road with a gap-
toothed grin and skinny, bruised-up legs.
But then something changes, and suddenly
you can't be that child anymore; suddenly you
have to grow up much too soon. You have to
learn words most children won't hear until
college, or never at all. You have to trek to
early morning appointments and watch your
hair fall out in clumps onto your pillow.
And, hardest of all, you have to wonder if
maybe you won't get to grow up.

Warnings.

People ask me all the time: "What did it feel
like?" The best answer I can give is in the
words of my nine-year-old self: "Like I had
holes in me."
That imagery was inspired by a Halloween
decoration. We were shopping for my little
brother's costume a few weeks before
diagnosis, and I paused in the store to stare
down at a plastic figurine of a corpse "rising
from the dead." It had rips in its skin, tears
where you could see the painted bone and
muscle beneath. I whispered to it, "I know
how you feel." It makes me sad to think
about that moment, about a little girl who
was so sick she sympathized with Halloween
decorations.
Two weeks later I found myself at St.
Mary's Hospital in Rochester, MN, being
diagnosed with Acute Lymphocytic
Leukemia.
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