This is a personal post.

Ten years ago today, (August 26, 2011), I lost my brother to cancer. I was very young at the time it happened, but I can still remember that day.

No one really told me that he died. When my sister was supposed to, I knew it was hard for her to say those words. I just told her, "I know." I remembered she cried so hard and I just stood there.

It's been ten years. Things are very different. I'm in college and my sister's getting married in less than a month. My mind wonders what would it have been like if my brother was still alive.
But most of all, that experienced brought me a realization about how hard it is to stay strong in the face on cancer. My brother sometimes would tell me that he couldn't take it anymore and he just wanted for it to stop. But after realizing what he said, he would take it back and say that he needed to stay strong because he knew that he could beat cancer. He would not let it eat his whole life.

I remember he even went to a school dance even with his condition. He never let his life be defined but his cancer but by who he was, the athlete, the joker, the usual gamer/teenager.

A decade ago, I lost my brother to cancer. I pray for all those people who are fighting it. Keep strong and remember that you're not alone in your endeavor!