There was a time when I felt a little lost. Not in a way that anyone else would have noticed… but quietly, inside. I would ask myself questions like: Am I a cancer survivor? Am I someone defined by a BRCA2 mutation—by the choices I made to protect my future? Am I a Type 1 diabetic… even though my path to it looks different than most? And the more I thought about it, the more I realized… I didn’t quite fit into any one category. And for a while, that made me feel like I didn’t