Fertility was far from my mind. I was 27, busy pursuing my master's in social work, hanging out with my friends and my girlfriend, and dreaming about being financially stable enough to get my first dog. The doctor suggested I look into fertility preservation as soon as possible. You want to give yourself the chance, he said, just in case. Suddenly I was on what my doctors called the fertility fast track—my appointments, medications, even my enrollment in the IVF info sessions expedited to get ahead of the vigorous regimen of radiation and chemotherapy I was about to endure.