The first time I heard the name Hodgkin’s lymphoma, I knew it was bad news. The doctor’s words were heavy, somber, as he explained what would come next. Countless tests, operations, chemotherapy, and radiation treatments. I endured it all, praying for a miracle. But in the end, I was not so lucky. The cancer had spread far enough that there was no permanent cure. With a heavy heart and aching body, I accepted my fate. Hodgkin’s lymphoma had won – and I had lost.