I thought surviving cancer would make the rest of my life feel simple. Instead, my celebration became the day I finally acted on a secret I had carried for eight months. My sister Renata had called me staff at my own celebration, and I was already hurt and angry when I made the decision. The document in my purse was a wire record from Corbin’s bookkeeper.

Corbin ran a nonprofit that organized wellness retreats, but he had been routing donated money through personal travel bookings and disguising those expenses as charity costs. The record showed something worse: a thirty-seven-thousand-dollar family trip had been booked through his nonprofit account. My money had gone in clean and come back out looking like part of the scheme. I had been too sick to act before. Now, in remission, I forwarded the document to the FBI at last.    Click continue reading below for Part2