Well, the initial diagnosis was that I was 5 months pregnant and when I insisted that unless it was immaculate conception, something else was wrong and the doctor sent me for an ultrasound-then I was told I had a cyst the size of a football on my ovary and was scheduled for emergency surgery the next morning.

My worst experience of this whole thing was that my doctor and my surgeon both thought the other would tell me I had cancer so I was totally shocked a few weeks later when I asked the surgeon if I would keep getting these cysts and what to do about them-his response, "You have cancer and you need chemo and you are going to be very sick and lose all your hair."

Well, I can't exactly remember the few days following. I remember going to my room and didn't want to talk to anyone-I was so scared! Then my parents sat me down and told it like it was and of course we all cried. It was decided I would go to a bigger city for treatment to a children's hospital.