I was adopted when I was four days old. I have the best parents that a child could ask for. My senior year in High School I told my parents that I wanted to try to find my birthmother. Last june I found out that my birthmother died of cervical cancer when I was about 11. I was devastated. After I was born she never went back to the doctor. When she finally did, it was too late. They found it in febuary, ad she died in May. I met my half-sister and the rest of my family, and everything was going fine. About two weeks after I met them, I got the phone call. I had gone in for a check-up and they called saying that my pap came back with abnormal cells. The lady that I talked to told me that it was probably just an infection because she had never seen cancer in someone so young. I went to the doctor and had a biopsy done. The three days that I had to wait for the results to come back were horrible. Then the phone rang, my mom answered and got a blank look on her face, it was the doctor^s office. She told me that she needed me to come in. I was so scared. She told me that I did have cancer, and I would need surgery. I had my surgery and I am happy to say that a year later I am still cancer free and doing great. I am currently attending college at Marshall University. This experience showed me that you have to go to the doctor, and now I always tell everyone that you never know how important it is until it happens to you.