t the end of my sophomore year in high school, I woke up with a fire in my throat and the inability to swallow. That night I had a dress rehearsal for our year-end dance concert. My mother took me to the doctor, where I was tested for strep throat and mononucleosis, and I had the latter. Not wanting to let my class down, I sat a few chairs away with a spray that numbed my throat for the next two days, and I danced in that concert. I
