One more treatment to go. ONE. MORE. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. It's been a long road since my melanoma diagnosis, to say the least. Scans, blood work and too many doctors' visits. You know the drill. To say cancer was a wake-up call is putting it mildly.

When I received my melanoma diagnosis, I was living and working in San Antonio (hundreds of miles away from my family), and dating someone. Now, a year-and-a-half...