Fall Break Nightmare Part One

Going to school at Utah State University was almost everything I dreamed it would be! Sure I lived in one of the cheapest dorms there with no air conditioning or elevator to my room on the fourth floor, but I got what I paid for. I had fantastic roomates and new friends because I moved to Logan. I did some fun things as well like riding a mechanical bull and dressing up like a girl version of the Doctor Who at the HOWL. Now don't judge me, it wasn't all about partying I also had a love/hate relationship with school. My english classes were the best classes I have yet to take while my science classes were... hard to keep up with. My science classes were very interesting and insightful, but they made me very happy that I chose to get out of history as a major. As much fun and interesting as those science/history classes were they were very difficult to understand and hard to keep up with. The exams were rough, but I was keeping up... until my cancer came back again. During fall break I went to Salt Lake City to see my doctor about my PET scan and of course my cancer was back, this time in my right femur. What was I going to do? I attend school in Logan! Luckily there was a radiation doctor in Logan that I was able to go to, but by the time I got an appointment my right leg was in too much pain to walk without crutches. Even though I was in extreme pain I wanted to try to go to some of my classes and try to explain my situation and see if there was any way I could stay in my dorms until I could recieve some treatments. I wouldn't have been worried about missing my classes for a week except there were two crucial exams I would be missing along with some crucial notes and information I needed for those exams all in the one week that I had to miss. I was determined to get to my classes, but was only able to go to one because my pain was becoming harder and harder to bear. Let me back track to the beginning of the semester when I met a very amazing shuttle driver. His name is Dave and he knew just about everyone on campus. He remembers mostly everyone he meets and remembers their stories. No he doesn't do it because his job requires him to be nice, but because he is an honest good man who cares. He knew all of my roomates and our stories that we talk with him about. No one talks to him just because there is nothing better to do, but because he is incredibly fun to talk to and always has some interesting stories to talk about. I sometimes joke that he only remembers my name because his daughter's name is Tiffany as well, but I could be wrong. (; The reason I wanted to mention him is because on my way back to the dorms. I got on a shuttle that Dave wasn't driving, but he was the shuttle that was right behind mine because when I was walking back on my crutches to my dorm Dave spotted me and ran off the bus and ran up to me. He heard what had happened from one of my roomates and wanted to help in the best way he knew, a priesthood blessing. It was exactly what I needed!