" Tell me did you sail across the sun, did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded and heaven is overrated.Tell me did you fall from a shooting star, one without permanent scar and did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there.Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet, did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day and head back to the milky way. And tell me did venus blow your mind was it everything you wanted to find. --Train "

A little about me...

Hi! My name is Jacy. I am 19 years old. I am a student at UW-LaCrosse. Some of my hobbies and interests... include travleing, swimming, dancing, reading, and writing.

Information about my illness...

In 1983, when I was 1 years old, I was diagnosed with Rhabdomyosarcoma. I was treated at Uw-Madison. I had radiation, chemotherapy and surgery.

My words to others...

My suggestions to other survivors are... find your dark places. Everyone has a sad story, but some people can learn and teach from them. Don't fight your pain, embrace it.

The most important lesson I learned from my experience is... I don't remeber my experience, however I can tell you all about being a survivor. I have scars that I have to deal with everyday of my life. And although my life seems chaotic, and although there are times I just want to give up, I am glad it happened to me. I know people always say this and after a while it loses its value, but this happened to me for a reason, there is always a reason.

A positive outcome from my experience is... my knowledge and love of myself. Email me at [email protected].

" It's the middle of the night and I can't sleep, sleep has been eluding me for a long time. And it's at this time, the time when I have used all my resources and am too exhausted to force myself to sleep, that I start feeling sorry for myself. Oh woe is me, I've had such a hard life. Let's see I still have my vision, my hearing, I can smell, feel, I am loved by a hundred million thousand people. I have never known what it is like to be hungry, truly, incredibly, really hungry. I am able to get up in the middle of the night and walk to the bathroom...by myself. Hmmm sounds like I've had such a struggle growing up in upper middle class. And you know when my dad bought a sausage pizza instead of pepperoni...geez those were hard itmes. So the only reason I feel sorry for myself is because being normal is another thing that has eluded me. What is normal? Who is normal? Not me, and by this time I'm asleep. "