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I was diagnosed with cancer at the age of 29.
An immature teratoma.
Which is extremely rare,
extremely aggressive and there is no cure.
My attitude was that I was going to be fine.
I don't know how, I have no idea
but I can tell you one thing, I don't see death.
I saw dreams.
And the fate that I had, it was confirmed
through so many other people.
Fund-raisers, shirts were printed.
Charity events.
Everything to keep me going.
I did fourteen chemos in the first round.
Three weeks later I was 124 pounds.
I said, "This chemo is killing me."
Started eating, I went up to four, five,
six thousand calories a day.
Went to the gym after my white blood count went up.
Probably lasted 10 minutes.
But I worked out.
And the pain was good.
Because it was a different type of pain
that took away from the other pain.
The treatment that I got was certainly superb in terms
of the people that took care of me.
My doctor, my oncologist treated me like his brother.
There's nothing that I did that no one else can do.
I don't believe I'm any more special than anybody else.
Cancer is not a death sentence.
It's just another challenge.
And there was a choice I had to make, that I wanted to live.