My friends bought me paper plates for my 34th birthday, and it was the most perfect gift. The day before, I had been diagnosed with a rare form of cancer called angiosarcoma.

We didn’t know exactly what was coming, but given the grim statistics associated with angiosarcoma, we correctly assumed I’d be facing months of treatment. My sons were 6 and 4, and my baby girl was 18 months old. At that moment, the two things I needed most...