I was diagnosed with acute lymphoblastic leukemia in February of 2020. Everything stopped for me; school, friends, and even my happiness for a moment. I spent weeks in the hospital, isolated, and taken away from everything that I considered my life. Throughout my treatment, the only thing my mind could focus on was the chemotherapy and the aching moments. I'd begun to fall behind in school; my grades had slipped from all A's to C's and D's. It seemed like there was no coming back from Leukemia, but there was. My family, my support system pushed me. They believed in me more than I did myself. It started when I came back home from the hospital after so long; I wouldn't leave my room. I'd lay in my bed the whole day. One day, just like the previous days before, my papa came upstairs with a plate of breakfast for me. This time instead of walking toward me, he just stood there in the doorway and he finally made his statement, "it's time to get up 'Shanti. Shake it off, you won't let this beat you. Come downstairs and have breakfast with your family." I was stunned when he spoke; I didn't want to get up, honestly. I wanted to lay in my misery and sorrow. But I got up. I pulled my thinning hair back and made my way downstairs. My family and their smiling faces greeted me; we conversated, and they seemed to act like cancer wasn't even a thing. My Papa's words repeated in my head "it's time to get up." I found myself pursuing school harder than I've ever done before; my grades slowly but surely increased to where they previously were. I began to work out again; I started to talk to my friends and even created new ones; I reclaimed what was rightfully mine: my happiness. I finish treatment this June 19th. Cancer, took over everything and it did set me back. And I could say I overcame it on my own, but I don't think I ever could have; my mom, papa, little brother and his annoying jokes, and wonderful dogs. We overcame it.