I was diagnosed with cancer a month before my 30th birthday. Two years lated, I thought I would be up for reading what someone else went through. This wasn't at all what I expected. There were a few parts that hit very close to home, but overall it seemed more like "look at all the cool stuff I did and how famous I became while I had cancer."
Zammett is 23-years-old, has a great (though very low-paying) job at Glamour magazine, has a wonderful boyfriend, and on a Tuesday afternoon, finds out she has cancer. After going to a new doctor for a routine visit, she is diagnosed with a chronic form of Lukemia. One that if she is lucky, will go into remission, but will never be cured. We follow Zammett through the initial diagnosis, to the meetings with specialists (believe it or not, she's got connections and they may have literally saved her life), the treatment, and all the emotions in between. She writs a column for the magazine documenting her experiences and soon turns into the media poster woman for the disease. She is frank, candid, honest, and sometimes funny. She's not afraid to write about her anger or her fears, but she does an exceptional job of detailing her hope and optimism.
