My name is Kelly. I’m 31, I don’t have a job, and I recently moved back in with my dad.
In October 2010, Facebook reunited me with an old college flame. In November, he asked me to marry him, and in December we secretly tied the knot in front of a judge in Chicago. Shortly thereafter, my new husband deployed to Afghanistan. Right around Thanksgiving 2011, I was diagnosed with cervical cancer. Everyone was concerned about my lack of health insurance, as I had literally quit my job the day before. Well, let’s just say that if you run off and secretly get married, wait until you get really sick to go public with your nuptials. The relief that you have medical coverage seems to cancel out the shock that you’ve been lying to everyone about your marital status for an entire year.
I’m active. I snowboard and travel and do trapeze. I’m anything but sedentary. Cancer isn’t for me, and I don’t plan on having it long.
This is my story.