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Some days, I look back at my rectal cancer treatment, and I honestly can¡¯t believe how far I¡¯ve come. The fact that I¡¯m not only alive but stable is remarkable.

My nightmare with rectal cancer began in November 2016, when I was 54. I started to feel discomfort just days before my first colonoscopy. My doctor couldn¡¯t find anything wrong with my colon, but because my pain was intensifying, he sent me to a colorectal surgeon. A biopsy...