After God, I owe my life to MD Anderson.

In the fall of 2009, I started feeling not just tired, but exhausted. I also had an unpleasant vaginal discharge. It wasn’t bloody, but it was very foul-smelling.

I told my local doctors that something was wrong, but no one would take me seriously. My symptoms went on for at least three months, until I had my annual checkup. That’s when I had a diagnostic bilateral mammogram and an...