I couldn’t bear the silence that hung in the air as my family and I made our first of many trips to Duke University Hospital. I had just been diagnosed with osteosarcoma, a common type of bone cancer, at age fifteen. When I told my friends, family, and teachers earlier that day, no one knew what to say, and I didn’t blame them. I didn’t know what to say either. Cancer is an incredibly uncomfortable topic. I remember thinking that if I gave my cancer a silly name, it would lighten the situation. I was right. As soon as I uttered the words, “You’re going down, Henry”, my family and I burst into laughter. I immediately realized that this laughter was going to get me through the hardest year of my life.