I was 29 and a mother of a 1 1/2-year-old, couldn't have been happier. I was not feeling myself in Jan 2002 and had many tests done and was told you have a one-year-old, of course you are tired. I had a normal pap test in Dec 2001. Then a few months later, I started to bleed after intercourse and was told you have a one-year-old and things still are changing. I did not let it go, when I started to have clear liquid come out of the vaginal area, I went in and they were going to see me no matter what! They said I had a polyp, which more than likely it was nothing. Sent away for test and then the phone call came on June 25, 2002 from my OBGYN, who I had only seen once, since she was new to the area. She had to tell me the awful news. You have cancer. Then she said we have to schedule you for several test the next few days we can't wait. My daughter was napping, husband at work, what do I do? My head was spinning. I scheduled my tests, CT scan, Visit a specialist at the UW, and MRI. We scheduled my surgery for July 8th to remove my entire cervix (Radical Hysterectomy). I could not have another child; at age 29 I was blessed to have my daughter. I had cancer in my cervix, however it is not cervical cancer it was rare small cell carcinoma. Which normally is seen in the lungs and pancreas and survival rate is very low since it is very rare fast growing cancer. I was very lucky since it was contained in my cervix. My chance of survival was 10% to make it the first year.I was told if I made it the first year, then I should be ok, let's see how it goes. Yikes! After the surgery they wasted no time, off to chemo I go, which was the strongest chemo they could give me, cisplat and something else. It was very aggressive rounds, 3 days in a row, then off one week to recover & back at it again and this went on for 5 months. I had to do everything I could so I could see my little girl grow up. Surviving was the only option, I wanted to watch my daughter learn to do so many things her first day of school, becoming a woman, graduating, getting married, having her own children and just watching her grow into a beautiful young woman. I was so scared I would not be around to see any of those things with my odds against me. I decided to write her letters and cards for those important dates and placed them in a safe deposit box. Some day she will read them and I hope to be there to listen to her read them to me. It was a hard road ahead, but we made it so much farther than expected. I still see my oncologist every 6 months and I celebrated 9 years on 11-21-11! I used to go in and get a CT scan every year for the first 5 years. I am still tired however lucky to be her and watching her grow up to be a delightful young lady. Being tired may never go away but the cancer did. I just want anyone that reads this to know, listen to your body and don't let them tell you it's nothing and not to worry. You know your body better than anyone else, if I had not pushed it, I would not be here right now telling you my survival story, I was dying to stay alive and I did!