I knew what to look for, but I missed the signs. I went to an ovarian cancer awareness walk a decade before I was diagnosed with it at the age of 44. I took home pamphlets describing it as a “silent ...
It was a beautiful summer day and I was bored. Like always, I craved spontaneity — I wanted to do something reckless because you only live once. What better way to do that than get my belly button ...