Four years ago, my grandmother heard the awful words "You have breast cancer". She did not let it get her down, instead she stayed positive. After surgery and weeks of radiation, the doctors felt confident that it was gone. She expressed her gratitude by baking cookies and cakes for her doctor and the radiation therapy team. She fell in love with her radiation therapists. She constantly talked about how "sweet and caring" they were. I was in college for nursing, but after starting my clinicals I dropped out. It just didn't fit. My grandmother mentioned the field of radiation therapy. I did some research and felt like I should shadow one for a day. After following one around for hours, I knew my calling. I was meant to be a radiation therapist. This fall, I am starting my clinicals and will be on my way to becoming a registered radiation therapist. So, my grandmother's breast cancer changed my life.

Nicole
York, PA