
Scholarship Essays
Quinn C.
“If you accept your misfortune and handle it right, your perceived failure can become a catalyst to profound reinvention.”- Conan O'Brien. I live by this quote; my cancer treatment began at 16 with 3 rounds of chemo. While that was bad enough, it became even worse when treatment turned into 10 total rounds, 31 days of radiation, and a bone marrow transplant. I felt like a failure with every added round and my life was stunted. The failure was only amplified every time I felt a needle pierce my skin, or a chunk of my hair fell out. With every step, I felt like I was a walking portrait of death. A mere statistic just waiting to be tossed aside. I felt pained and broken.
This pain was most prevalent during my bone marrow transplant. I was stuck in the hospital for a month and a half; during that time, I was given a near-lethal dose of chemo through a permanent IV in my arm. An IV that I was awake to feel placed, It was the only procedure I hadn’t cried for. By that time, I guess, I was numb to the morbid activities of the cancer unit. The only thing keeping me going was
Music has always played a giant role in my life, whether that be when my dad used to play Respect by Aretha Franklin when I was young, or when I was learning guitar at the age of seven, writing songs to cope with events in my life. Music has always been there, and my cancer was no different. I had brought my bass into the hospital with me. That bass and Spotify would be the only thing keeping me sane. One night in the hospital my blood pressure began to rapidly drop; I was unconscious as nurses pumped 3 liters of fluid into me, I began to see relatives and people I admired in a bright light. I asked them if I was going to be alright, and they smiled and said yes. I snapped awake and came to my senses. I threw some headphones on and put a playlist on shuffle to escape from the chaos. The first song that came on was 24 by Kanye West. In that song the words “...I know you're alive, God’s not finished…” are chanted repeatedly. I immediately broke down into a violent storm of tears when I heard that. I knew I had to win. The day after that I auditioned for our school musical from my hospital bed. I received the part that pushed me to get out of the hospital in a record timeframe. I was not going to have this taken too. I played every single show bald and in person. I ended it, a mere month after my hospital stay at age 18 by staring up at my best friend on stage with tears streaming down my face.
Throughout my treatment, I have realized I have been given a true shot at my life, and that I need to enjoy it. I am currently studying marketing at the University of Wisconsin - Milwaukee and with your help I will put that degree to work. In ten years ideally, I will be a prominent figure within the music industry. I want to be able to bring the feeling I get from music to the masses. In addition to the music industry, I would like to take the Waffles and Strawberries Foundation which I began, national. We strive to help children with cancer by providing them with healthy meals. Cancer forces you to realize your truest self. For me It has made me realize that I need to do something great with my life, I know many people who don’t have the chance to make the best of their life, and I need to do it for them.
Julia Q.
“I have found that among its other benefits giving liberates the soul of the giver.” The quote said by Maya Angelou stating the goods of giving along with the main gift it gives which is freeing for the soul. In application, Personally giving and caring for people has a great deal of value. Not just for the person being cared for, but also gives my own spirit a sense of freedom and relief. Since I can remember I have always wanted to help people. For example, volunteering to watch the infantry at church. I love growing relationships with the kids that come in.
Being caring is a direct result of why I will never forget how much my mom cared for me and helped me when I started getting symptoms like swollen lymph nodes, fatigue, weight loss, abnormal pain, extremely uncontrollable itching all over my body causing me to break skin and many more side effects, I didn’t realize how serious it was. My mom on the other hand made it a big deal. After countless trips to the doctors and a dozen misdiagnoses I finally was brought in for a biopsy. Everyday seemed like a normal day. I remember being at school then going to the store with my friend and her mom. Once I got home my parents sat me down on my bed and told me the news that was going to change my life. I found out at age 12 that I had cancer.
After being pulled out of school, losing a lot of my friends, my social life, and almost myself most of my support came from my mom. After a long hard 5 months of chemotherapy treatments and doctors appointments I realized how grateful and blessed I am for every little thing I have. This life changing diagnosis gave me a completely different view of life at such a young age that all the care I received at the children's hospital makes me want to reciprocate that same care I had. To do this, I am very determined. I am determined in school to keep my grades above a B at all times. My junior year I took two college classes which were CNA and medical terminology. Doing my cna and having my clinical in the nursing home showed me my love for the medical field, not only did helping those people for my clinical show me that but also the nurses that helped me while I was going through chemo. My senior year I plan on taking college level math and English to help further my education and get me started with college. I work at the Osthoff as a server currently, I am considered one of their strongest servers. As I know how to deal with people coming from all over the world, and pace myself and keep up with the multiple tasks we are assigned. I am a leader at work. I train a lot of the new people and get assigned to the big private dining parties on the weekend! I get to share my experiences and learn about other peoples when they come in for dinner. The skills I have learned from these experiences along with the care I received I can use towards my future education and career. Making it through college to reach my goal of becoming a nurse without having to worry about financial burdens collapsing my pace.
All I have been through and what I have done for others taught me to be a strong leader and teacher to the younger generation. In the end these experiences shape a person and luckily for me they shaped me for the better and I have a great interest to use these skills not just for my own well being but to encourage and motivate other people.
Baylee A.
Cancer is a scary word, and rightly so. It’s a word that changes, and unfortunately even ends, lives. It’s a word that carries the weight of the world behind it, that no parent, no child, sibling, relative wants to hear, and yet I can’t remember much of what I went through with mine.
I was diagnosed just before I turned two years old, and my biggest concern at that time was what car was I going to play with? What Barney tape did I want to watch? I remember the pokes, and I didn’t like those. I remember screaming my head off when I was being sedated, that feeling still hasn’t gotten any easier to deal with.
But I think most of all what I remember is the people. Because I don’t think it’s cancer that shaped me, not really. It’s what came of it that did. The people I met, the disability it left me with, and the opportunities that gave me. I’ve always been blessed with a fighting spirit. Sometimes that spirit is stronger on some days than others, but I do my best. I couldn’t’ve made it through my treatment without it. That spirit has persisted throughout these many years, and it’s why I’m trying school again. I failed once. Never again.
Blindness has been tough, I won’t say it hasn’t. But my treatment taught me that many people won’t see that. They’ll see the good, the strength, the hope I have every day. I like that, I think. Many will say that being an inspiration to others is demeaning, but who am I to take that away from others? My cancer put me in this position. I’m not religious myself, but perhaps that was the universe’s plan for me, and I’m happy with that.
I think back to how relatively easy for me cancer was, and I feel some shame sometimes. I think about all of those struggling with it to this day. Those who lost their lives to it. My experience was a simpler one, or I don’t remember the bad days because I was too young at the time. But in the future, I can live my life with empathy for those struggling, camaraderie with those going through it, and honor those who have gone before me.
My cancer made me who I am today, in truth, so perhaps I should thank it. Though it’s been ups and downs, and there were days I wish I’d never been given this burden, I’m proud of who I am. Cancer didn’t win. I did.
Krista A.
With both my childhood cancer diagnosis and my brothers, we spent a lot of time at Children’s Hospital. During that time period, Child Life worked hard to distract and entertain us as best they could by playing games and doing crafts. After both of our chemotherapy regimens were completed, my Grandma and I decided it was time to give back. We wanted to help make the hospital stay for the children with cancer more enjoyable. She and I worked hard soliciting family and friends to donate toys and craft supplies, and routinely brought the collection of donations to the Children’s Hospital. We also made endless tie blankets and donated them. Giving is contagious!
After my Dad was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, my desire to give also spread to helping adult cancer patients. My Grandma and I had been gathering rocks on the beaches. She and I started spending days together coming up with inspirational sayings and cute images for the rocks. We have worked endless hours on making and donating these moving and spiritual rocks to the cancer centers where the adults go to receive their chemotherapy. Our hope is that this simple act of kindness can make their incredibly difficult journey just a tiny bit better.
Grandma has always been passionate about donating to the organizations in Nicaragua and Africa that build water wells and give food to those in extreme poverty. She collects donated items and hosts fundraiser sales with all proceeds going to those in need. Her kind and generous heart has made an incredible impact on my life. Being so close to her, I decided to make various crafts and sell them to raise monies for the charitable organizations that she had selected. Little did we realize that these crafts would be a huge hit, and the demand for them grew like wildfire. It’s been a very fulfilling experience sending the proceeds to those in need.
My family and I make homemade cards and hand deliver them to the elderly people in the nursing homes for every Valentines Day, Easter, Thanksgiving and Christmas. Some of them have friends and family that visits, but it seems that most of them are there alone and forgotten. So we always try to engage them in at least a short conversation. Seeing their faces light up with joy and thankfulness makes it extremely worthwhile.
In this generation everyone seems to be hyper focused on themselves, and we tend to forget that there are people in significantly worse situations than us. But spending long hours working alongside my Grandma for the benefit of others has not only enriched our own lives, but it has given each of us a greater meaning and purpose in this world.
Isabella M.
My family has made a difference on me through their strength and resilience to my diagnosis with cancer. Instead of shying away, my parents accepted the help from Families of Children with Cancer, and even took a role in sharing our story. My mom used to give speeches on behalf of Families of Children with Cancer sharing the impact my diagnosis had on her, and later the impact her own diagnosis had on her. Both of my parents have provided strength and hope for other families struggling with cancer, as well as give back to them. My dad, brothers, and uncles have participated in many St. Baldrick’s events by having their head shaved so their hair could be used for wigs. My mom introduced the St. Baldrick’s foundation to the school district me and my brothers attended and it soon became a school tradition where each year my mom would come in and give a speech about what St. Baldrick’s and Families of Children with Cancer did for cancer families. Many students and staff each year volunteered to have their head shaved in front of the school, giving the hair they had to others. Since my diagnosis, my entire family has chosen to be a part of something that gives back to families like ours. They help to spread awareness, hope, and strength to the community so that others can find their way through struggles too.
My mom has had the greatest impact on my life as she has continuously shown me bravery even in the toughest situations. Listening to me being diagnosed with such a life-threatening disease at such a young age was extremely difficult for her. She hated seeing me stuck in a hospital bed, and even mentioned in one of her speeches for Families of Children with Cancer that she always wished she could trade places with me. A little less than 8 years later, I found myself wishing the same thing. From the first time that my mom was diagnosed with cancer, she never let it beat her. As her tumors continued to grow stronger and metastasize, she became stronger too. She continued speaking on the behalf of Families of Children with Cancer, speaking not only of me but of herself. She continued to share her strength and hope with families just like ours whose everyday battle was with cancer. She’s inspired me into the woman I am today; a strong, confident woman who will never back down from a fight.
Maggie H.
“Diagnosed with leukemia at six years old” is a phrase that makes people think of needles, chemotherapy, and a pale thin child laying with machines beeping around them as they hold onto their teddy bear. But for me, that’s not what I remember. I remember a situation that taught me the importance of community, and empathy.
Throughout my life I have had a community that surrounded and supported me through every step. I had a group of people that helped me to reach my goals in everything I was a part of. They supported my passions and made me feel a part of something so much bigger than myself. Whether it was through softball, theatre, or volunteering, community was what allowed me to feel like I could do anything.
I played softball on the same community team for ten years; those girls and coaches were what I looked forward to every summer. When I got diagnosed, my community worked to keep me involved in some way so I could still have the sport that I loved so much in my life. For example, our local highschool baseball team had me as their bat-girl for the season. There I would sit on my dads lap, my bald head covered with a hood and shoved into a light purple helmet, running on and off the field to grab the players bats. My favorite part of the game was when the players would form a big circle and cheer as I ran into the center of them for high fives at the end of the game. They took me in as one of their teammates.
While I couldn't continue to participate in softball in the same way, I could continue dance and theatre, communities I have been a part of since I was four. Since I couldn’t go to dance class, my class would send videos of the dance so I could do it from home. In a time where virtual learning was not normalized, I stood in my living room in my tiny pink leotard as I watched my dance class where I was safe. I was able to participate and learn the dance because they cared and wanted me to keep doing what I loved. Even at such a young age, I felt the power of community through my dance class. I keep that with me today as I do theatre and run my high school's drama club. I make sure everything we do each year is adapted to the students’ needs. I also make sure to include and make connections with the underclassmen. Because if I didn’t have people willing to adapt and connect with me, I would have missed out on something that brought me so much joy during treatment.
Everyone, everywhere I went, every theatre cast, every softball team, every choir, I had a community cheering me on to push me to be my best, to believe in me and support me in everything I did. I was taught the importance of helping others, finding humor in situations, and that the people around me shape me as a person. This scholarship would allow me to more comfortably pursue a higher education in college. I plan to go to school to become a drama therapist so I can continue helping people through the arts and create a community similar to that which has been such a big part of me. I can’t wait to find my community at college and build connections through my work.
Norah D.
I was diagnosed with osteosarcoma when I was eight years old. One day in November 2013 I was ice-skating when I fell on my bum. After that, I continued to complain of neck pain, so my mom took me to the emergency room. When I was at the emergency room, I was given a Cat scan where they found a tumor and a fractured C1 vertebrae. I was then flown over to Children’s Hospital in Milwaukee where I was stabilized for a broken neck. I went home but then came back a couple weeks later in early December for my biopsy of the tumor. After a few weeks we were informed that I had osteosarcoma in my C1 vertebrae. I was given ten rounds of chemotherapy before my surgery then another ten rounds of chemotherapy, all between January 2014 to October 2014. In April of 2014 I had my surgery at the Mayo Clinic in Rochester Minnesota. My surgery was 22 hours long, they took out my C1 vertebrae and put in titanium rods. On October 9th, 2014, almost a year since I fell, I was declared cancer free.
I had my cancer treatments at the age of eight, I was old enough to remember my treatments, but I was also too young to fully understand the severity of my condition. Now I am ten years cancer free and quite a bit older at the age of nineteen, I can now better understand what I had gone through many years ago. Cancer has had an impact on my life in many ways, for one I have a deep appreciation for all my amazing doctors and modern medicine. I have also a community of many other young people who have experienced a life-threatening medical condition. We can easily relate to one another and help to encourage one another. I am very blessed to have experienced very few lasting physical side effects from my treatments. My most notable physical effect is the titanium hardware in my neck. The hardware has limited my options for sports and other physically harsh activities. Fortunately, that hardy shook me I continued to take dance classes that I’ve been taking since I was four years old. In the future I hope that I can use these experiences I have had to help encourage others in similar situations to mine to keep on fighting even when things get hard. My experiences are also a good reminder to myself that I am a stronger and more resilient person than often I give myself enough credit for.
Kira B.
Many people experience life-defying challenges later in life, whether in their teens or as adults. However, I was the complete opposite. At the young age of four, the simple life I had was transformed into a whole new universe when I was diagnosed with Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia, or simply speaking, I had cancer. While I am beyond grateful for the support everyone gave me throughout treatment, the overwhelming amount of attention and my classmates' lack of understanding caused me to shut down emotionally. I became the “invisible child.” This feeling continued to linger long after my cancer went into remission. I’ve felt like an “invisible child” for most of my life, affecting both my self-confidence and mental health. An experience I had at Camp One-Step, a non-profit summer camp for those affected by childhood cancer, has helped to remedy this invisible feeling. Camp taught me to be okay with taking up space, advocating for myself, and unapologetically being my most authentic self.
In order for me to experience such growth, I’ve needed to face challenges. Living in a small community that lacked understanding of how I felt, even years after being out of treatment, made my experiences feel invalid. I’ve often been asked, “How much do you even remember?” and that's the problem; not enough to be taken seriously but plenty enough to struggle silently as the “invisible child.” According to Dr. Jonic Webb in her Psychology Today article, an “invisible child” is defined as “someone who is out of touch with their emotions, who doesn’t believe their feelings matter. Someone who doesn’t believe they matter. They push down their needs, desires, and passions. They feel as though they are on the outside looking in.” While I’ve suffered silently, feeling guilty, my perspective of life was turned upside down when my mom’s student was diagnosed with cancer. She told me about Camp One-Step.
Unlike most campers who started going to camp soon after they were diagnosed, I didn’t learn about it until twelve years after my diagnosis, this last summer was my first time ever going. Despite my later arrival, everyone was beyond welcoming. Camp One-Step was not only a fun adventure where I could grow social skills and relax but also a place of healing. The friends I made at camp understood what I went through, the trauma, the young age, family life, and even the out-of-pocket jokes. I felt seen in a way that I never had before. Overall, Camp One-Step provided a space where I could share my struggles while simultaneously existing without explaining my history to everyone I met. I was more than just my diagnosis. This newfound community unveiled a new sense of confidence, higher self-esteem, and my authentic, unapologetic self.
My new sense of self is already evident in my senior year of high school: charging into my dreams head-on, being passionate about my values, and not being afraid to fight for what I believe in. Without a doubt, I know these traits will only continue to flourish in college, revealing even deeper passion and self-worth. While at college I hope to share what I’ve learned and continue to support these spaces for cancer survivors, such as volunteering, donating, or sharing what I know about community and mental health. I’ve learned that my dreams and passions matter most to me, I don't want my time consumed by stressing about how I’m “in the way” or “being too much.” I want to live my life, share my experiences, and achieve my goals. I used to wish I was someone other people wanted, but now I strive to be someone I want.