I was diagnosed with metastatic cancer in March of 2018 when I was 25 and living in Port-Au-Prince, Haiti. I truly can recall many moments leading up to the day, when an oncologist in Haiti told me I needed to immediately pack up and go home to start treatment, where I thought ‘wow, this is it – this is exactly where I want to be’. That time in my life was one of the happiest that I can remember. I had more adventures than I can count, connected with so many incredible people, and was working for an amazing company that focuses on sustainable development through job creation. My year living in Haiti strengthened me so much as a person, as did the first few weeks of trying to figure out what was going on with my health in a country where I couldn’t understand what the doctors were saying. It was scary and I was surrounded by people I had only known for a few months, but fortunately, those were some of the best people I have met to this day and I didn’t feel unsupported or alone for even a second. This time is a focal point of my experience with cancer because I truly see it as a lifeline throughout the past 4 years with this diagnosis and I know it will continue to serve that purpose until the end of my time here on this earth. The joy I experienced over that single year developed my lifelong, resolute mindset that I wouldn’t trade anything – not the countless hours I have spent at the clinic, not the fear, pain, or tears, not even the chance to be cured of cancer, if it meant that I wouldn’t get to keep the adventures, experiences, and people that I have met over the past 4 years.