I’m a high school English teacher by day (crime and cancer fighter by night), and I kept my diagnosis under wraps for about two months before telling my students. I didn’t want to disrupt their already teeming teenage lives, and I was still waiting on some important information from my doctors (scan results, surgery dates, a treatment plan, etc.). I can’t say that it was easy crawling into bed each night with this little behemoth, which I had assigned to my seniors, but the humor wasn’t lost on me, either.

