At age seven, I was diagnosed with colon cancer. A scary reality hit my parents like a ton of bricks. How are we going to protect our baby girl? What types of walls or shelter do we need to create so that she can survive this cancer and be well again? I can only imagine the thoughts that went through my parents’ minds as I endured six major surgeries throughout my childhood years—and then several minor ones decades after the cancer had been removed. They were going to build a fort to protect me. And until I was healthy again, they wouldn’t let anything else or anyone else harm me.
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