Every so often, I get a familiar panic regarding my health. I feel like a small muscle ache or an over exhausted day are omens for my impending doom. I know it’s a silly feeling, but I can’t help these invasive thoughts, only combat them.
I suppose they make sense considering I once had a variant of life-threatening cancer…Read More »
I never imagined in a million years that I would have cancer. I mean I had always assumed that I would die from some form of heart disease based on my lifestyle choices, but not cancer. Although the ailment was prevalent in my family gene pool and I always had that feeling in the back of my mind that I would get it someday– I did not think it would have been this early.
One December when I was about thirteen, I had some mild, but persistent chest aches. I went to the doctor and he asked me the typical questions: