As I believe I’ve explained before, by some quirk of fate I’ve become The Cool Teacher to some of the kids at my school. A group of my students likes to sit in my room after school to work on homework, or sometimes just to hang out and play games on their phones. In the last month or so, some of their friends who are not in my class have been joining them. Most of this group came from the same elementary school, so they have known each other for many years.
A few days ago, the usual group was there, and a new girl (new to the group, and not in my class, but not new to the school; she came from the same elementary school as most of the regulars) was with them. I’ll give her the astrocode “Alpheratz.” While they were there, they were talking about how Alpheratz has a key to ride the elevator. The only students who are allowed to ride the elevator are the ones who can’t climb stairs for medical reasons, so I figured that she probably had a sprained ankle or something. I hadn’t noticed any blatantly visible reason why Alpheratz couldn’t climb stairs. “Why do you have an elevator key?” I asked, expecting a routine explanation like a sprained ankle.
“Cancer,” she replied, as matter-of-factly as it is possible to say that word.
“What?” I said. I knew I had heard right, but it was totally not the answer I was expecting.
Alpheratz then went on to explain how she had started getting headaches as a kid and had been dealing with a brain tumor off and on since the beginning of elementary school. Her friend who was in my class started talking about all the fundraisers they held for her and her family when they were going through this. About half an hour later, when the kids were leaving my classroom, Alpheratz came over to my desk with a piece of paper and said, “Here. This is for you.” She had written two pages for me to read about her family, her condition, the surgery she had in first grade, and all the pills she has to take now. (I won’t go into any greater detail about that, because it’s not my story to tell.) And because of this, she has problems with balance and can’t climb stairs.
What struck me the most about all this was her positive attitude. She didn’t hesitate at all sharing all this with me, and I had just met her an hour earlier. Hearing her story really put my own life in perspective. This girl has been dealing with this since first grade. It’s pretty much the only life she knows. And no one knows what will happen to her in the future. But all she can do is keep on doing the best she can. If I had been in her situation, I don’t think I could be so happy and positive and open about all this. I’d be complaining about life not being fair, and I’d probably be really angry. I’ve been in some irritable moods lately, but none of it has anything to do with the excruciating pain and uncertain future that Alpheratz must be going through.
Like I said last week, sometimes I just need to make do the best I can with what I have instead of complaining about things not being the way I want. Alpheratz is a perfect example of this. She was dealt a hand that I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy, and you would never know it just from seeing how she acts around her friends. I want to remember how much I do have. I’m relatively healthy, and I can climb stairs. I have so much to be thankful for. And I really hope this girl is okay and that she makes it, so she can go on to inspire others.