A memoir by Nicki Serquinia
I don’t know why I lived. For a long time I believed it was because I drank organic carrot juice every day and did everything “right.” That is, I had a positive attitude and never believed for a moment that I would die. As the years pass, I realize that I clung to that belief because it gave me the illusion that I was in control, that I had cured my cancer out of sheer will.
It began as a weird feeling in my right side when I ran down the steps to do a load of laundry—a sloshing like when you were a kid and drank too much water.