Two Years Ago

Two Years Ago

Two years ago today (March 31, 2015), I was on my way to my weekly acupuncture appointment with high school friend and acupuncture expert Jason Bussell, when I received a phone call giving me the scariest news I could ever possibly hear.  The lung needle biopsy I had a couple days ago revealed blah blah blah blah blah lymphoma. Really, the doctor said Diffuse Large B Cell Lymphoma, but I didn’t hear anything that came before lymphoma. It was like I’ve been hit with a brick wall. Or hit a brick wall. That makes more sense.

I called Hubs and told him. He left work right away to meet me at home. I walked into A Center for Oriental Medicine, said to Jason, “It’s lymphoma.” And cried as he hugged me.  On my dazed and confused ride home, I received phone calls from my new nurses and coordinators and set about making appointments to meet with a hematologist-oncologist. After a few wrong turns down very familiar streets, I got my bearings and headed home to meet Hubs.

By the time he walked in the door, I was strangely, quickly on my way to acceptance and ready to tackle this the best way I knew how. I started a CaringBridge journal and began blogging everything. Even though I decided not to tell anyone else until we knew my prognosis and course of treatment, I had to get my thoughts down on (digital) paper. Over the following months, what I ended up with is a snarky, irreverent, often inappropriate account of my cancer story, complete with the most amazing cast of characters in my cheering section. In the pages that follow, I include their original comments verbatim – after all, they’re a big part of the story and how Ingot through it all.

There’s some nifty new navigation in the left-hand column of this site, listing all the pages of my cancer story like a table of contents. Also, at the bottom of each page in the story, there’s a link to the next. Why would anyone want to live these moments all over again? First, for me, it was great to re-read all the supportive comments from my amazing peeps. I can’t help but feel the love. B, let’s face it, we’re voyeuristic by nature and our curiosity gets the best of us. 3, maybe you know someone going through a cancer diagnosis and treatment, and they’ve got questions that my experiences might answer. Please, by all means, pass this on to them. IV, it’s damn funny (in a dark sort of way, obviously).

So, read on and enjoy… Fuck Cancer – CaringBridge Introduction →

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