As I sat there waiting for the results to come back on why I was sick, my heart was pounding with fear. Thoughts rushed through my head, what could it be? Is it going to be bad? What will happen to me? My whole future depends on what this doctor is about to say. When I hear the door open and close, my heart starts to pound so hard that I can barely hear my own breath.

The doctor says that I have cancer, he starts to explain what type of cancer I have. He said that I had Uterine cancer, which is cancer in the womb. My heart started to slow down when he said that it is treatable. When I got in the car and heard the tires start to move, thoughts rushed through my head. I was scared about what my future will be like now. I know that I will at least be able to fight it and possibly overcome it. As I was thinking about what will happen, I thought about what I've done in the past and how I can overcome this challenge in my life. I thought about how I was an amazing co-host on “Washington week”. How I was the first African-American to host my own newscast.

As I drove home, I was worried about what might happen with my job. I thought about how they might not want me to work anymore because of this. I also thought about how I might have to stop working to fight this. I wondered if I overcame this, could I have my job back? As these questions rushed through my head, I heard the tires as they pulled into my driveway, I

knew that I would be ok in the end, that this challenge I'm facing will help me become a better person.

As I kept pushing to get over my cancer, I started to worry about what will happen when I'm all done with this trial in my life. As I kept trying to overcome it, I was getting worse and worse. I started to think the worst, like that I'm not going to see through this, and that I will never feel the same again.

As I was driving to go to an appointment to check up on how I was doing I was thinking about the things that will happen at this appointment, like what if the doctor says I'm not getting any better, what if the doctor says that I am not going to make it through this? I was just thinking the worst. The doctor said that I was getting worse but I can still make it through this.

As I was driving home, I was thinking about my life before the doctor said I have cancer. I was thinking about how I went to college and how I had really given myself a reputation. I was thinking about my college life and how hard I studied to pass college. I was thinking about all the friends I had made in the past years. I was thinking about how nervous I was when “Washington week” called me and I thought it was for something bad, it ended up being a promotion to be the co-host of it. I was thinking about how my life after this trial will be. I was thinking and thinking, I could barely hear myself think I was thinking so much.

As I pulled up to my house, I saw the trees and my grass in my yard. I tried hard not to think about how much pain I was in with this cancer. I realized, I have had a great life. I may not have the best life right now but I have lived an amazing life and I will live an amazing life to come. I was thinking about how my childhood was. I was thinking about my sister and how I had fun playing with her as a child. I was thinking about how amazing it will be after I finish this trail in my life to tell people what I went through.