It's late afternoon. I'm sitting alone at the doctor's office. The air, it smells like antiseptic. I look around. I realize I'm the last patient here. I shar. Finally, the nurse calls my name. I'm feeling nervous. And I walk into the room. The doctor asked me to sit. She flipped through my notes. She looks serious. Then she stops. She lean over. She grabbed my hand and she gave it a gentle squeeze. And she says, "Aisha, I'm so sorry to tell you this, but you have cancer. " When I heard that, I freeze. I don ...