I had cancer. I knew there was something wrong. And went to my primary care about it. Twice. Before she took me seriously. And even then, it was still at least 3 more months before any new tests were run. And then 9 more months to see a specialist. And then one day after the specialist to see a surgeon, who took a biopsy and diagnosed me within minutes. At age 33. I went through chemo and radiation. Which fried my ovaries so I lost the ability to have children naturally. Then more chemo where I became sensitive to cold to the point where it felt like my throat was closing if I had anything colder than room temperature for an entire summer. And then surgery for my Stage 4 cancer, where I came down with an infection. And my drainage tubes fell out when I went home because I was jostled too much, and had to wear a wound vac for 6 weeks. So, kinda traumatizing, to say the least. But I survived. And continue to do so, now 3 years later. But I want more purpose now. Because I did sur...