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Before you begin reading the following account, prepare yourself. Clear your head, of any doubts. Open your mind and tell yourself that anything is possible. If this had not happened to me, I would not have believed it myself.

My name is David Hastings. My unbelievable story began about three years ago, as I was just beginning my freshman year at Ball State University, in Muncie, Indiana. I was excited to be on my own and taking charge of my life. I made a lot of friends, but the two people that I hung out with the most, were Joe, my roommate, and Michelle, a girl I met during freshman orientation. I studied hard, but still found time to participate in extracurricular activities and go to occasional college parties.

About a month into the semester, I found myself getting very tired by early afternoon, and my appetite seemed to be decreasing as well. At first, I thought that it was because I was pushing myself too hard, but as I got weaker, I went to the student health center for a checkup.

After several tests, one of the doctors at the clinic, sat down with me and told me that, he wanted me to see a specialist at Ball Memorial Hospital; a hematologist. When I asked him to be honest with me, he told that I might have a form of cancer.

One week later, after a series of more specialized tests, my diagnosis was confirmed. I definitely had Pancreatic Cancer. The cancer was also in my bones as well. The radiation oncologist discussed all possible treatments with me. He strongly advised me to tell my family about my condition, but because I was eighteen, he could not tell them without my permission. I decided to wait until I could find the right time to tell them. My oncologist; Dr. Mark Johnson, strongly suggested that I begin chemotherapy and radiation treatments as soon as possible.

I did some research on my own, and I discovered that even with treatment, less than five percent of patients with the disease lived more than five years.

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