I have cancer. At 8:30 a.m. on June 30, 2010, the results of a needle biopsy from a swollen lymph node in my neck fundamentally changed my life. Lymphoma.

Suspended in disbelief and struggling to understand what this meant, I began moving through the medical maze. One oncologist wanted to start chemotherapy the next day. I sought a second opinion. This doctor wanted more information to pinpoint my exact type of lymphoma. Then and there, he Read full story