Just like most young adults cruising through their early twenties with no real care in the world, cancer was an afterthought for me. Something I only associated to that annual fundraiser I’d be guilted into contributing to on the way to uni. To older people in poor health, or those who made poor health choices like smoking or not wearing sunscreen. Then one morning in early 2016, not long after turning twenty-two, I notice a small cut on my tongue. Normal right? Happens all the time, I probably bit my tongue anyways. Cut to two months later and I’m waiting to have a biopsy done. Two weeks ago, I barely knew what a biopsy was, let alone words like benign or malignant. Then the results arrive, and I’m diagnosed with a squamous cell carcinoma of the tongue. Can the tongue even get cancer? Turns out I’ll need surgery to remove the tumour. Oh they need to graft skin. What’s a graft? I’ll be in hospital for how long? Radiation? What’s that? Within a few months, my life snowballed so fast I could barely keep up. Suddenly I was a regular at the hospital for some procedure or another. This was around when I received my first email from a CanTeen support worker, checking in on me. They sent through a small care package, with some neat resources on dealing with the effects of cancer on life. Even when my health improved, and I noticed CanTeen was always there for me, with a short check-in email. Once I was on the mend I signed up for my local leadership team. I wanted to learn more about CanTeen’s role and volunteer myself to help in any way I could!