By Julia Khvasechko Picture it: A crisp, early November day in 1999. I’m sitting in a wheelchair at Memorial Sloan Kettering Cancer Center, a very special place for me, watching a parade of runners go by. It just so happens that I’m perched at mile 16 of the New York City Marathon. I’m mesmerized by the runners; I’m also jealous of their strength, as I am battling a rare type of brain tumor that developed from glial cells called an oligodendroglioma and, at this time, unable to walk unassisted, I am 25 years old.
Yay, Julia!
I’m also a brain cancer survivor. 14 years now. 300 marathons, congratulations! It’s great to get an update on your life.