As of yesterday February 18th 2019 I had completely finished my cancer journey. Four months of Stage 2 Lymphoma Don't remember the medical term for it, but it's somewhat rare as there's no need for radiation, and it's one of the least aggressive cancers. We called it LP

 Note from what I remember: They explained what the stages were. Stage 1 was head area, Stage 2 was upper torso and higher, Stage 3 is above belt, and Stage 4 is full body. They found *through a PET scan* that I had Cancer in my neck and right shoulder

Starting it Oct 10th 2018 I didn't know what to feel. All I knew was "Oh fuck. Let's get this over with" and we went with the Montra "I Ain't Scared"

As of Mid December, I was done with Chemotherapy and I'd have to wait until January 18th for a PET scan, to see how much/if I still had cancer left in me, and when that day came, I was happily told that I was done, cancer free. All that was left was to remove the port

 Note for people who's unfamiliar with Cancer ports: A port in medical terms is a little metal thing that they put in your body *in my case, the chest* for access to bloodstreams. A port usually has two tubes that connect to major arteries, and surgery is required. So instead of constantly poking your arm and having a scenario where they miss and have to re-poke you, they access the port once and attach you to any liquid Chemotherapy and pump it through you via port.

Yesterday, as aforementioned, they took it out and I'm home resting. Now for the more serious side of things because this wasn't serious enough

Because I am weaker due to Chemotherapy, I could go through a scenario where I have a repeat of the same or a worse cancer within two years of having a cancer. While I was riding with an adult, they told me "I'm going to be freakishly worried about how well you take care of yourself. I would rather have to drive you to your Chemo than bury you. I wouldn't want to call your GF when she goes to college just to invite her to your funeral. So please, be a bit more less stupid about how you take care of yourself"

I never cared about myself. I'm an average teenager, so I'm gonna do stupid shit, but I don't self harm, drink, or smoke. I don't care about my hygiene excluding my hair, so now I, ugh, just don't know.

I've lived 16/16 years on this Earth, dislocated a pinkie finger and a kneecap 8 times, and Cancer has been the one thing that I could care less for, but having to now take way more care to myself than what I have, it's just not me. I don't care about me, I care about others. I could have food poisoning, a knife in my thigh and a bullet wound in my chest, but if someone was bleeding from a skinned knee I'll be damned to take care of myself first.

So I'm just asking for advice. Should I be worried that I'm weaker than everyone and it should be ok to ask for help and not be put underneath, or should I go back to my past ways of being an average teenager I have been?