I’d been having chronic back pain for about a year before I found the lump. It wasn’t like I didn’t tell doctors how much my back hurt. I saw three rheumatologists to find out why I had this pain, but none took me seriously. The last one I went to, in February 2016, admitted that she really didn’t know what the cause was, but maybe fibromyalgia was to blame. Her attending physician insisted it was depression manifesting as pain in my body. His suggestion? Go on antidepressants. The pain continued, and a month later, I ended up in two urgent-care facilities because it was so terrible. I was given a steroid, anti-inflammatory medication, and a low-dose muscle relaxer and was told—yet again—that maybe this was the result of an autoimmune disease. Or perhaps I was overdoing it at my job (I was working as a chef at the time).