You may or may not know my transformation story. I’ve told bits and pieces of it here and there on my blog and other social media platforms. But here it is, from start to finish. I’m actually fighting back tears as I’m about to write it.
When I was 17 years old and a month away from graduating from high school, I was diagnosed with a grapefruit sized tumour in my abdomen. At the time of diagnosis, the doctors were unsure whether it was cancer. They scheduled a biopsy for the week of my final exams (which I missed). They scheduled my first chemotherapy treatment for the Monday after the surgery. They scheduled an appointment for me to have my reproductive organs removed and stored so that they would be protected from radiation and/or chemotherapy.