Growing up, I didn’t expect cancer to interrupt my childhood—or to discover that sarcasm pairs surprisingly well with chemo. In this candid memoir, I revisit the time my world shrank to hospital rooms, treatment schedules, and the hero who kept me blissfully distracted. Alongside my ever-present family, the teachers determined to keep my education on track, and the unforgettable people cancer ushered into my life, I learned to navigate side effects, uncertainty, and the strange art of finding silver linings in fluorescent-lit places. But woven through is the weight of survivor’s guilt and the memories of those who didn’t get to walk out with me. This is the story of how I grew up faster than I planned, held onto hope harder than I thought possible, and found meaning in the chaos—told with honesty, irreverence, and a heart that’s still healing. 10% of proceeds from this memoir will go to support childhood cancer research. Because as long as any child is suffering from cancer, we can do better.