I was told when I was 10 by a "fortune teller" that I would die when I was 21 in a car crash. Not a happy thing to tell a child, and I kept telling myself not to believe it, but a little part of me still kind of believed it. I was somewhat paranoid about cars most of my 21st year.

Obviously, she was wrong since I'm 27 now, and I've survived cancer. I don't really consider myself a cancer survivor since I never had to get chemotherapy or radiation treatment. I was lucky. Surgery and repeated biopsies have shown me to be cancer free.