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I often quip to those closest to me that I don't remember life before my diagnosis. The cancer caused so much stress on my brain that memories of the past feel increasingly distant by the day.  It is often hard to believe that I was once healthier than this. Every day I wake up in a haze only to find that my reflection confirms that I am indeed the same sick girl I was three months ago, although with less cancer than before. As I sit here and write this, I have no infinite wisdom to dispose of. I only wish to discuss what I am going through, hoping that another twenty-two-year-old who might be going through the same thing feels less lost than I was. "The Good Cancer" If you are diagnosed with thyroid cancer, your doctor and friends, all meaning well, will probably pat you on the back and tell you not to worry, assuring you that you have "the good cancer."  I was positively puzzled when I first heard this statement because nothing about the past few years had bee