My 18-year-old self would be shocked to see me writing this — and very relieved. You don’t outgrow Northwestern — it grows with you in unexpected and special ways, if you let it.
In 2015 I was diagnosed with a giant osteoma in my head. The slow-growing tumor, which was larger than a golf ball, threatened to blind me. From the day I found out about my tumor, I felt so blessed to be a Wildcat, knowing my health was in the best hands.
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