It was a Tuesday. I was 15 years old, and like every Tuesday, I would go to the doctor, receive my treatment, and then go home. On that particular Tuesday, however, something different occurred. I didn’t follow my normal routine. It was a strange day for me. I had that routine memorized like the back of my hand, but that Tuesday was the day it all changed.

I sat in the waiting room of the doctor’s office. I had always hated the plain gray walls that began to blur when you stared at…