I was officially diagnosed a few months ago, only after months of testing and a stint in the hospital. I'm 21 years old and have to use a cane while walking. I've gotten inquisitive, and sometimes rude, looks from people while out. It's gotten to the point where I avoid very public places.

I live on a tiny island in the sun. It sounds like paradise, and it was until the heat started affecting me negatively. I've never been away from Guam.

As a kid, I dreamed about boarding one of those tiny planes with the propellers and seeing different places. I carried variations of that dream with me to my adulthood. I ache to see places foreign to me. I dream of sharing a cup of tea with a new person in their homeland, while I try my best to speak their language properly.

I would love to feel and see snow for the first time in my life. I would probably have to bundle on winter clothes, considering the climate that I'm used to. To look up to the sky and be greeted by falling snow would be all too worth it.

I've been tested in more than one sense of the word. Being sick has shaken me, and my expectations of where my life would take me.

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