How Stage 4 Hodgkin Lymphoma Changed Amina’s 20s, But Not Her Spirit

When Amina was diagnosed with stage 4 Hodgkin lymphoma (4B) in August 2021, her life as a 21-year-old dancer in New York City turned upside down. She had been training in school while navigating the pandemic when her health began to slip in confusing ways. At first, she thought it was stress, COVID, or exhaustion. But when she couldn’t climb stairs without feeling faint, woke up drenched in night sweats, and lost her appetite, she knew something was wrong.

Interviewed by: Carly Knowlton
Edited by: Katrina Villareal

Unfortunately, getting answers wasn’t easy. Without a primary care doctor and stuck between pediatric and adult care systems, her diagnosis was delayed for months. She had to advocate fiercely for herself, even paying out of pocket for scans when appointments kept falling through.

Eventually, an MRI and biopsy confirmed what doctors had been circling around: Hodgkin lymphoma. Hearing the official words was scary but also validating. For months, Amina had felt invisible in the healthcare system. Finally, someone acknowledged her pain and gave her a path forward. Her oncologist at Johns Hopkins immediately recognized the seriousness of her case, which gave her a sense of trust and relief.

Amina’s treatment lasted seven months and included intense chemotherapy. While she was grateful to receive care as an outpatient, the physical and emotional toll was heavy. She lost her hair, felt disconnected from her body as a dancer, and struggled with neuropathy in her feet. She also wrestled with body image challenges while trying to keep up with the demanding culture of dance. Still, she leaned into small joys, like having ice cream when nothing else tasted good, and gave herself space to rest when she could.

Being so young in a cancer ward was isolating, but Amina refused to stay silent. She began sharing her story on social media, connecting with other adolescents and young adults (AYA) navigating cancer and health inequities. Many reached out, saying they felt like they slipped through the cracks. What started as venting grew into a form of advocacy, helping others feel seen.

Amina’s family, friends, and community were her anchors. Friends showed up with flowers, trips, and support; her parents carried her through appointments and recovery. Later, when her father was diagnosed with acute myeloid leukemia, she was able to use her experience to help him access care quickly.

Now in remission, Amina embraces what she calls “thrivership” — living with intention, protecting her energy, and finding happiness wherever she can. She wants other young people with cancer to know that life doesn’t have to follow a strict timeline. Progress may look different than planned, but with patience, connection, and self-advocacy, it’s still possible to create a fulfilling and beautiful life.

Watch Amina’s video or read the interview transcript below to find out more about her story:

• From dance rehearsals to chemo infusions, Amina shares the raw reality of being young with cancer
• Why social media became her lifeline during treatment
• The surprising way her cancer diagnosis helped her father
• How survivorship reshaped her priorities and sense of joy

• Name: Amina V.
• Age at Diagnosis:
  • 21
• Diagnosis:
  • Hodgkin Lymphoma
• Staging:
  • Stage 4B
• Symptoms:
  • Severe fatigue
  • Shortness of breath
  • Night sweats
  • Bloating and stomach distension after eating
  • Abdominal pain
  • Little to no appetite
  • High fever
  • Lump in the pelvic area
• Treatment:
  • Chemotherapy

This interview has been edited for clarity and length. This is not medical advice. Please consult with your healthcare provider to make informed treatment decisions.

The views and opinions expressed in this interview do not necessarily reflect those of The Patient Story.

Hi, I’m Amina

I was diagnosed with stage 4 Hodgkin lymphoma (4B) in August 2021.

I’m originally from Washington, D.C., but I live in New York City now. I’m a professional dancer, so that’s my 9 to 5. When I’m not performing, I also work as an educator and rehearsal director for young artists and teaching dance. Dance is my number one love and my number one passion, and it’s also what I do for fun.

My friends would say that I’m a bubbly person. I’m definitely very friendly, and when I’m out with my friends, I’m very outgoing. I like to have a good time, try new things, and new experiences. Above all else, I always like to show up for my friends and the people I love and who love me. I believe in loyalty and having each other’s back.

There’s a special photo that stands out to me right now, which is a picture of me and my dad at Light the Night, which is an event by The Leukemia & Lymphoma Society, now called Blood Cancer United. Then Leukemia & Lymphoma Society would hold an event for cancer survivors and honorees, like advocates in the cancer community, and I was there with my dad and they were honoring me. But at that time, he was also about to find out that he had acute myeloid leukemia, so it was a moment that symbolizes me finishing my journey and him starting his. Looking back, it’s crazy and special.

When something first felt off

I first found out I was sick in my final semester of training. I went to The Ailey School for four years. It’s conservatory-style training, pretty much at the highest degree, preparing you for a professional career as a performer. It was also during the COVID-19 pandemic, in the fall of 2020, and everything was messed up. We were in masks. Everyone thinks that a cold could be COVID. I had been feeling off for a while, but I chalked it up to flu season. It’s COVID. I have to quarantine. But then when I went back to school and my regular routine of five classes a day, I found that I was super fatigued at the end of the day. It wasn’t the regular kind of tiredness. I couldn’t go up one flight of stairs. And in New York City, you’re walking everywhere all the time. I have to walk up the stairs in my apartment building and walk up the stairs to go to the subway. Tthere were some days where I felt like I was going to pass out. That was red flag number one. 

The second red flag was night sweats. I would wake up in the middle of the night and my clothes would be drenched and my bedsheets were wet. I would always joke and say it was menopause, but I was 21, so this was not menopause. Why am I getting hot flashes in the middle of the night?

The third red flag was I had little to no appetite, and whenever I did eat, my stomach would swell and distend, so much. I would have cereal in the morning and you would think I went to an all-you-can-eat buffet. Then I would have to go to class and be in a leotard and tights with a bloated stomach. It felt awful.

I first noticed these symptoms in December 2020. I got it checked out in 2021, around early January and February. But they continued until my treatment started, which I didn’t start until August.

There was a big delay in my diagnosis

There was a lot of trial and error. I didn’t have a primary care physician. I was there for school, so I relied on minute clinics. But the one doctor I had a good relationship with was my OB-GYN. I felt a lump in my pelvis, which I thought might be a cyst, so I went to her. She recommended getting an ultrasound and doing bloodwork, and that’s when we found that my blood levels were off the charts. She passed me along and pretty much said, “This is out of my jurisdiction. However, I highly recommend you get an MRI and take this to a hematologist.” That then led to months and months of trying to get appointments  because this was in 2021, so getting a doctor’s appointment was difficult in the city.

I learned that if you’re not 22, you’re still considered pediatric. I was making appointments at grown-up doctors’ places because I thought I was a grown up, and then they would get canceled because my insurance was saying I was still a kid, so I needed to go to the children’s hospital. I think that led to a lot of delays in diagnosis  because I wasn’t officially diagnosed until July.

I ended up having to take matters into my own hands and get an MRI at an out-of-network clinic, and that’s when they found the inflamed lymph nodes. But from there, I had to wait another month or two for a biopsy appointment. In between that time, my symptoms got increasingly more aggressive. I ended up being hospitalized  and that’s when they told me that I might have cancer.

My boyfriend was with me at that time. We were living together during this whole process. My parents had also been aware that I’d been sick and they’d seen the MRI results, which showed the inflamed lymph nodes. Everybody seemed to have a clue that I possibly had lymphoma, except for me, because I didn’t know what that was. Everyone was on high alert. I had a fever of 104℉ one night, so my partner took me to the emergency room.

I was stressed and afraid. However, it got to a point where it’s like, “Look. This is my last semester of school. I’m still dancing in a mask. We’re in boxes, social distancing. I either have to think about whether I want to finish strong so I could potentially get the job or take care of my health and set myself up for the long term.” That was the decision I ended up making. I would miss a lot of classes because I had to go to doctors appointments or I would try to be as transparent as possible with my teachers, sharing the information I have, and letting them know that I wasn’t at 100% and I don’t know why, but that I’m doing my best.

I’ll be honest, advocating for myself didn’t come easy to me. I was trying to do everything the right way, following the doctor’s orders, listening to my parents, and waiting. But when, time and time again, doing things by the book was not working in my best interest, that’s when I said, “I need to get this done. Where in this city can I get an appointment tomorrow? And if it costs a lot, then that’s just the price I have to pay, but I need to know something.” The waiting was driving me crazy.

I got treated in D.C. That came about because of all the hoops I had to jump through on my own in New York. I was young. My boyfriend was also young at the time, so it was a lot for us to manage on our own. My parents wanted me to move back home and get treated there so that they could help.

How I found my care team

It was a very fast-moving process because everything took so long that we tapped into our family and friends resources. I was very fortunate that my mom had a cousin who worked at Johns Hopkins and she helped with speeding along the process of getting an appointment and getting all of my pathology from New York passed along to the hospital in D.C. so that I can be seen and treated quicker.

When I met my oncologist, he was the first doctor who validated how I felt. They kept saying I might have lymphoma and the whole hesitancy to be transparent with me was that I was young, so they didn’t want to be negative or dampen the mood too soon without having all of the answers. I understand that perspective, but I felt like I was dying. For them to say that it might not be anything that serious sucked because what, was I going crazy? I knew I wasn’t. But he was the first one to look at me and say, “Yes, you are very sick. Yes, this is 100% lymphoma. We’re getting your pathology. However, you’re checking all the boxes and we need to get you started next week.”

I ended up trusting him 100% because he looked at me, did the exam, looked at my reports, and shared in my frustration. Even without the pathology to 100% confirm it, everything else lined up with a patient who has Hodgkin lymphoma. The outlier was how young, active, and healthy I was. Besides that, everything else made sense.

The fact that he shared that frustration and validated how I was feeling made me feel close to him and made me pretty much trust him with my life because that’s what you’re doing when you’re choosing an oncologist.

When I heard the words “you have cancer”

I was very emotional. It was a relief to have an answer. I remember having a little bit of jitters or goosebumps because it’s a tough reality to face. However, on the flip side, it was nice to have an answer to all the questions that I had swirling around in my head for months. I’m not immunocompromised. It isn’t COVID or the flu. This is exactly what it is and here’s how we’re going to treat it. Having that clarity helped me find peace, oddly enough. I know I was going into the hardest thing I was ever going to have to do in my life and that some people don’t even have to face thankfully, yet I felt calmer having that clarity.

What my treatment plan looked like 

I had to do seven months of chemo. It was rough. Chemo sucks. It literally zaps you of any energy. However, in the beginning, I think after my third cycle, I was tired, but feeling better. It was the necessary evil that I had to go through in order to get cured. It’s just hard. Especially since the treatment plan that I had included a specific drug that causes bone pain and another drug that makes you lose all your hair, so it’s tough. I felt like I was losing parts of myself in a sense. I didn’t have any energy. I didn’t want to socialize with people. I wanted to be alone after my infusion days. I would get treatment once a week and then I would have a week to recover. On my off weeks, I felt a little better every time. Every off week, I was getting stronger and stronger and stronger. At the moment, it’s not fun at all, but then the results are worth it.

I was fortunate enough to be an outpatient. I would be in the hospital for a full workday, around 6 to 8 hours a day, and then my dad or my mom or whoever was there with me would take me home.

They gave me this body patch and it would administer medication at home as well.

Managing the side effects of chemotherapy

I developed neuropathy in my feet, which was a tough part of recovery, especially since I need them for my profession. After a few months, I was able to start dancing again. I was even ambitious enough to try and take classes every now and then while I was still getting treatment. It wasn’t at the level I was before I got sick — that took a lot of time — but I was fortunate enough to have a mentor who gave me a space to quite literally fumble around and reconfigure myself. I appreciate her for that because I think that allowed me to get to where I am today.

I didn’t like the way food tasted, which was a big one. I didn’t want to eat anything except Ben and Jerry’s ice cream. My parents would be so concerned, saying I couldn’t eat ice cream because it’s sugar. I said, “Mommy, I have blood cancer. It’s different. And the doctor says I need to put weight back on, so I should eat lots of ice cream.” That was the only thing that I could taste, something sweet

With the chemo, they gave antiviral medication and that made me very agitated. I appreciate my family for being patient with me during that time because I’m sure I was being a diva. Being on different medications puts you in a loopy state. There were a lot of people who visited and were with us in the house, and though I wanted to be social, at a certain point, I would get drained and shut off. Even after I finished, for a few months, I would find that still happening. It’s like this fog went over my brain. My eyes were glazed over and I completely checked out.

It was hard, honestly, because I felt like I had to fake it and make it seem like everything was okay. I didn’t have an explanation at that time as to why I felt awful or uncomfortable. As a young dancer, I was struggling with body dysmorphia. I had to stand for an hour and a half in front of the mirror and even though all I had was cereal for breakfast, I’m bloated and my clothes don’t fit right. I feel uncomfortable, but I still have to go through my day pretending like everything is okay. I have to show up and give the teacher energy.

There was even one moment when I did this photo shoot and the photographer was frustrated with me because I was very quiet and timid, and it was coming through in the photos; in reality, I was just exhausted. I felt tired and everything about being in that space was draining in the moment. It was tough because my job and what I was doing in school was so physical, so there’s no way to dial it back. I either have to push through and push myself to the limit, which often happens. That’s how I got hospitalized. Or I give up and I’m not good at giving up.

How I navigated having cancer so young

I was the only young person in the infusion ward. Whenever I would go, people always thought my dad was the patient, but he was bald by choice and I wasn’t, so that felt isolating

Beyond that, I had just finished school in New York and was building my own life. I just got my own apartment and then I had to leave it all behind and go back home. In a lot of ways, it felt like I was going back in time, like going back to square one. For a little bit, it did break my spirit. I felt defeated. I relied a lot on finding ways to entertain myself and fill my time. Being Gen Z and in my 20s, TikTok and Instagram were my coping mechanisms.

What I think was unique about me being a young person with cancer is I made the choice not to suffer in silence, so I told my friends about it and posted on social media about it. Through that, I was able to find a community of people going through similar experiences at my age. Even though they weren’t physically there with me, I found them online.

When I was in treatment, I was connecting with a lot of people who were asking about my experience and asking for advice for themselves or for loved ones. Even if they didn’t have cancer and were dealing with other health issues, they would ask, “How did you push through? The doctors keep telling you no or to come back when it was worse than it is now, instead of treating you.” By sharing my experience, it opened a can of worms on the fact that a lot of young people, regardless of a cancer diagnosis or not, have this issue where we slip through the cracks of the healthcare system, whether we’re still on our parents insurance or not, and we’re still treated as kids even though we handle all of our own finances and do things on our own. Or we just got booted off our parents’ insurance, so now what do we do?

Through that, I connected with a young woman who was in India getting treated for breast cancer. She was thanking me for sharing my story because she was 30 and she thought that she was the only person dealing with this. I also found a lot of other nonprofits for women like me or young people like me who feel isolated and connect them to each other. What I thought was just me venting turned into a form of advocacy, so when I saw that there was this interest and need for connection, I stuck with it and have met so many beautiful people because of it.

It’s important to have these conversations so that other young people can learn from my “mistakes.” I don’t want to say mistakes because I didn’t know, so by sharing, it hopefully gives others information so that they are more informed and knowledgeable, and feel empowered to speak up for themselves and not take things in blindly.

The hardest thing was accepting that everything was going to change. Not just biologically, but even around me, things were going to change, and a lot of those things would be permanent. My relationships with people, with friends whom I had in New York, and with my community would shift — some for the better, some not so much. I also felt like the world was moving on without me, which was a scary feeling. I needed to focus on getting better, but also, what does life look like outside of this? In that moment, the most frightening thing was the unknown and the change.

I was a little lucky to have had family members who had battled cancer in the past, even though it was in a different form. I have a cousin who is a breast cancer survivor and took her experience of being diagnosed in her 30s and turned it into advocacy, so I had her as a role model. This is hard. Everything is going to change. However, you will come through fortified and stronger. In the moment, it’s hard to believe when people tell you good things and they give you advice. You want to take it all in, but there’s a little voice in your head that says, “I don’t know.” Having her guidance definitely helped a lot.

I had to have trust because in that instance, there’s nothing I could control. My body literally woke up one day and said, “We’re going to shake things up,” and there was nothing I could do about it. Once that switch is flipped, I have to take the necessary steps to fight. I know sometimes that can be tough for people, but I’m comfortable with the fact that I had to battle cancer because it’s literally a war inside my body. I either make the choice to take steps against it or not. I feel like you have to fight against it, not just with how you treat it, but also with your mindset and your mentality. Hope and positivity and a little bit of delulu were all I had.

The sky isn’t even the limit anymore because I’ve been faced with my own mortality. I thought that my life was going to be cut short at 20-something. I’m 26 now and have a whole lifetime ahead of me, so I’m going to do everything I possibly can.

My support system helped get me through the hard days 

I have an amazing family that came together to support me during this time, even our community in DC showed up, like my parents’ friends who supported them. I think it’s important for caregivers to also receive support. When I don’t have the energy to greet people, they were still there for my mom and my dad, which made me happy because they’re struggling with this, too. Even though I’m the one who’s actually receiving the medication, they are invested emotionally and financially, and sacrificing their time to be there for me, so I’m glad that they also received support.

Most importantly, I saw who my friends were. Being in New York, there are millions and millions of people here. I like to talk to people, make friends, and hang out. I have friends who took me to a resort while waiting for my pathology report. We had a vacation planned and I said I couldn’t go because I had cancer. She asked, “What are you doing during the week while we’re gone?” I told her I was going to cry in bed at home. She said, “No, we’re going to go,” and she took me to the Dominican Republic. The week after, I had to go to D.C. I had two other friends who would send flowers to my parents’ house and who drove from New York to visit me. It showed me, even when I can’t be there for them the way I want to, that they’re still there for me and it was so beautiful.

What survivorship means to me

Survivorship, or thrivership as I like to say, honestly looks like finding my happy. I try to find happiness and joy in any scenario, living and loving life to the fullest, not putting any limitations on myself, taking care of my health physically, mentally, and emotionally, and protecting my energy.

I found that I don’t need to please people. I don’t need to overextend myself. I don’t need to do things that I don’t want to do or that don’t serve me. Surviving cancer taught me that. A lot of people say, “Wow. I feel like you’ve grown so much.” I just got a reality check. I got a true sense of what matters and how I want to spend my time on this earth.

What I want others to know 

Even when it’s hard, it does get better. You don’t necessarily have to rely on things outside of yourself to make it better. Finding what brings you joy and calm is what’s most important, even when you’re going through the hardest or scariest time of your life.

Specifically for AYA cancer patients or young people in general, setting this deadline or checklist for yourself of when and how things need to be accomplished is hindering you from going for it. I had a set plan. I was going to go to this school, graduate, get into this company, and complete these things by this time. When it doesn’t happen, you feel defeated. You feel like you’ve lost, when in reality, it could just be a few more steps away and you just have to keep going. In the arts industry, but also in life in general, I feel like we’re all in a queue. You either decide to stay in the line and see it through, or you get out right before the thing you’ve been dreaming of is about to happen. Youth is a blessing, but we also don’t need to accomplish everything right away. If we stick to it, find our happiness, and keep fighting, then you will achieve everything you put your energy into.

How often I’m monitored

I was being monitored every other month and then every three months. Now it’s every six months. Everything’s been good so far. My doctor has been conservative with the checkups because I’m not doing it with a PET scan, which I think is the traditional way. Because of how advanced my cancer was, I didn’t have the luxury of time to do any fertility preservation, so he wants to limit my exposure to radiation as much as possible.

My dad was diagnosed with cancer after me

It was shortly after I had finished chemo. He started experiencing symptoms and then he was diagnosed almost exactly a year after I finished.

He chalked it up to him getting older. I went through all the hardship I had to go through to help him. AML in your 60s could be a death sentence. Thankfully, there has been a lot of development and research into it, so that it’s treatable now. I can’t imagine what it would have been like if he had to jump through six months of hoops like I did.

In our case, he called me and told me what was going on, asking my thoughts on it, and sharing his experience. I texted my doctor and asked, “Can I send you my dad’s charts? Because it looks scarily similar to what I had. Can he come and see you?” He was able to go the following week.

Some people say, “I would be so upset. How can you stay so positive when all this is happening back to back to back?” I took it as what I went through was not in vain because it’s literally helping my father right now get the treatment he needs and what he deserves. Now he’s still here and in remission. Being in remission and being a survivor doesn’t mean everything’s all rainbows and sunshine, but we both made it through, so for that, I’m grateful.

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