Going into my second round of inpatient chemotherapy for Stage 2 Burkitt’s lymphoma, I thought I knew what to expect. The intravenous infusions would be draining. I’d feel so tired — like I’d aged decades in just a few hours — that I’d wonder if my 21-year-old body was just giving up. The cancer center staff would find me a bed so I could rest while they monitored me. Once the drugs had run their course and my body had stabilized, I could go home.