I was once invincible. Or so I thought.
Like many young people, I was convinced that worries about my health were a world away. That is, until my whole world came crashing down around me last September.
For the last several years, I have worked with many talented and dedicated people to make sure that LGBT people are included in the Affordable Care Act, or Obamacare, but my work took on a whole new meaning for me when I learned that at age 27, I had cancer.
For most of my adult life, I didn’t really have much personal interaction with the health care system. I really only went to the doctor for care related to gender transition. This is pretty typical for a lot of transgender men like me. But last year, shortly after my 27th birthday, I started worrying. Worrying about a lump on my tongue that was growing. Worrying that something was really wrong.This article was originally published in The Advocate.