That was one of my first thoughts when I was told I had ovarian cancer, stage 3. That morning I had taken out my box of Garnier hair color, auburn, planning to color my hair over the weekend. Clearly something was wrong with me medically, but I was definitely in denial about what was happening. I had been sick for several weeks before going to the doctor. As with most women with families, we don't care for ourselves. We work, take care of our families and homes. So there I was on June 6, 2012, getting up in the morning, stomach distended, not peeing properly, knowing now that I could not do anything but go to the doctor. He immediately sent me for a CT scan the following day, and gave me the results June 8. So, on my return home, I looked at that box of hair color sitting on the bathroom counter and said to my husband, guess I don't have to color my hair this weekend. And that is the beginning of my odyssey, through our medical system, our educational system as I advocate for my son through this and the college admissions process, and through life.