One of the hardest things to have to do in life, is to tell someone that everything they strove for in life, wasn’t going to come to fruition. It’s even harder to have someone tell you that you aren’t going to be able to achieve your dreams. That’s what happened to me. My name is Michael Weathers, and I have just been diagnosed with cancer. On top of the fact that I was just diagnosed, I am thousands of dollars in debt to the college I graduated from two weeks ago. The doctors told me that I can go even further into debt, but it would be fronted to my parents after I die.
You might be wondering why, after being diagnosed, I’ve been so pessimistic about living. Well, for one reason, It’s because the doctors only gave me four months to live. Now for a twenty-four year old, that’s not a lot of time. I decided that I would try to do everything that I ever wanted to do, but I had no money to do those things. I couldn’t borrow money from the bank because I was already in so much debt. This caused me to spiral into deeper depression. Eventually I came to terms with the idea that I would die, and that would be that. There wasn’t anything that I could do about that.
I finally snapped out of my depression when I met a man who asked me if I wanted to go to Mars. He had messaged me online, after he had found out about me nearing death. He then found out that I had a Microbiology degree and wanted to use it. As well, there was an experiment of his to see how the radiation in space, affected cancer patients. In other words, my life would be an experiment. I hastily agreed to this, because I had always wanted to go to space, and also I had nothing to lose. In fact, if the radiation from space actually does work, then I would get a second chance at life.
After many emails back and forth with the guy online, we officially met at a privately owned in Sweden’s launch pad. A team of about six people had been assembled for this adventure. We all knew that it was basically going to be a suicide mission, but at this point, we didn’t care. The investments that we had made just to get to this point were large, some quit their jobs and each one of us spent a couple of thousand dollars get ready for our trip to Mars. I had to use insurance money to cover my cost. We had trained for about two weeks in order to help us acclimate to the environment of space.
The day that we were to leave for Mars, my crew mates and I entered the spaceship and indeed did launch into space. As we made it through the atmosphere, we noticed that we hadn’t been properly trained for the weightlessness that one feels when you’re in space. The initial feeling was the worst because although we were expecting a change in gravity, we weren’t expecting it to feel like it did. It definitely was a surprise to us all. Flying through space at a high-speed was very humbling since we knew how fast we were traveling, but we also knew just how long it would take to get to Mars.
We had a doctor in the crew to make keep tabs on how my cancer was doing, and to take care of other members of the crew. After about a month of traveling through space Doc, which is the nickname that we gave the doctor, told me that my cancer had gone away. It was great news to hear and the whole crew applauded when they saw me. Everyone’s spirits were lifted, since the darkness of space has made everyone gloomy. I knew though, that the cancer hadn’t left. Doc only told me and the crew that to cheer everyone up. But I knew the truth… and I didn’t care, because the fact of the matter is. I got a second chance at life. Even if I still die of cancer soon, I still have a chance to be one of the first humans on Mars. I will be one of the pioneers to studying micro organisms on Mars as well. Even if I don’t make it to Mars, how many other people can say that they’ve been off of the planet Earth. I can at least say that. So I don’t care about my cancer anymore, I only care about what I can do now. I am just so glad I was given a second chance.