On Aug. 17, 2014, I finally reached the peak of a mountain I had been climbing for some time: I was in Paris, wearing a USA jersey, playing rugby in the World Cup for my age group. After that, I was planning to return to the states and go back to training, in hopes of making the 2016 Olympic Games in Rio. Then, three weeks later, I heard one word that changed everything: cancer. And then, more specifically, “Synovial Sarcoma, Stage 3.” There aren’t many words that stop you in your tracks and uproot your entire life, but “cancer” is one of them

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