In the spring of 2014, I was 26 years old, working toward my bachelor’s degree in human resource management, working full time, and engaged to be married. Needless to say, I was a very busy person with a lot of positive, exciting things in my future.
But brushing my teeth one day, I noticed that some white spots had developed on the left underside of my tongue. I wasn’t terribly concerned, though, because they weren’t painful. Plus, I’d always been very healthy.
I also knew I was due for my biannual dentist appointment in a few months, so I figured if the spots didn’t go away, I’d just check with the dentist then. It couldn’t possibly be anything too serious.
But when I went to my appointment, the dentist immediately suggested I get a biopsy on the spots. Still, the likelihood that they were cancerous was very minimal, he said, given my age and the facts that I’ve never used tobacco and that oral cancer doesn’t run in my family.
I scheduled the appointment for a day early in the following month. Thankfully, everything went smoothly and I put any nagging thoughts I had to the back of my mind.