As a storyteller I often find myself asking: What's the worst-case scenario? It's thrilling to imagine what it takes for a character to climb out of her own personal depths, but without actually having to feel the shame and despair, or reap any real-world consequences. But what happens when you're living your own inescapable rock bottom—only to discover: it can, in fact, get worse?
As a recent survivor of a rare bone cancer, chondrosarcoma, I presumed I knew from worst-case scenarios. I spent the last four years chasing experimental treatments and brutal clinical trials in order to eliminate a deadly, inoperable cancer. I allowed chemotherapy into my veins and radiation through nearly every inch of my body. It worked. It was necessary.