When I was 27, I was diagnosed with soft tissue sarcoma in my right thigh. After radiation, surgery, and chemotherapy, I was cancer-free. Due to so much of my muscle tissue being removed, I joke that I no longer have a quad muscle, but a "throd." This was especially difficult for me as I had run several marathons and was training for the New York Marathon when I got my diagnosis. I was engaged and ended up not postponing the wedding, and I am bald in my wedding photos. My wedding vows included a joke: "I'm sick and poor, so I know you are not lying when you agree to these vows." After I recovered, I started running again, and 5 years later, my leg broke due to the bone being weakened by the radiation. I had to go through multiple surgeries, receiving a bone graft from my hip and a pin in my leg. For a long time, I was angry and full of self-pity, but I realized that I could not change my circumstances, and once I accepted it, I was able to draw strength from the experience.