In the Fall of 2017, I started getting sick. It would take months and months of tests and procedures to discover that I had cancer. In the meantime, between getting sick and diagnosis, I began losing weight. People complimented me on how good I looked, and asked me what I’d done to drop the pounds. But I wasn’t excited about the weight loss. Instead, I was terrified. It can be scary to lose weight when you’re not trying. What if I couldn’t stop? Would I eventually waste away to nothing? When I looked in the mirror, my thinner self was a reminder of how weak I was. I know that…