Hodgkin’s lymphoma
Masking It
Recently, I’ve seen numerous people talk about how difficult it is to wear a mask. “It’s too hot.” “I can’t breathe in it.” “It makes me feel claustrophobic.” I’ve had several people ask me how I can possibly stand wearing one all day at work.
Read More...The Grief of COVID-19
One day, we will celebrate again. Together. With those we love and miss. And we will once again be able to grieve together the ones we have lost during this time of isolation. We’ll never get back these days, these memories, these times. But we continue to prove, time and time again, that nothing is lost when we have hope for better days to come.
Read More...Seven Year Cancerversary: An Isolated Celebration
Seven years. I’ve looked forward to today basically all of 2020 so far, as I do every spring. In the dreary winter and rainy spring months, March 18th is the day that I live for, and defines the first quarter of the year for me. But I’m spending it so differently from what I had planned, as I’m sure you are.
Read More...COVID-19 and Cancer Patients
Self-isolation. With COVD-19, that’s what I’m hearing from everyone now. Aldi was completely sold out of meat, and almost of veggies. Sam’s Club was sold out of rice. Everyone, of course, is sold out of toilet paper.
Read More...Reflecting on the Past
I decided to do some reflecting on some of my journal entries from a few years ago. Five years ago to be exact. Five years. That seems like an eternity ago, and just yesterday all in the same moment. Rereading this reminded me of that girl.
Read More...Tales from the Cancer Data Free Zone
I had cancer when I was 29. Hodgkis Disease, stage IIA. Had cancer. Past tense. I did my 6 cycles of ABVD, got a clean PET, pulled out the port, and went on with my life. I didn’t embrace the “survivor” label, didn’t raise money, didn’t even really talk about it. Sure, I followed up with oncology… for the most part. Truth be told I was “lost to follow up” for a few years.
Read More...My Body
I stand, looking at you in the mirror. The reflection glaring back is weary with pain and age, unfit for a 25 year old. My back neck is smooth, still devoid of the hair that radiation took from me. My hair finally comes past my shoulders, but it’s taken seven years to do so. My […]
Read More...Life Just seemed Too Hard for a 22-Year Old
I have always liked writing. But despite countless written pages I seldom shared any of my written work with public. Well, other than my cat who yawned at the sound of my wannabe witty puns. Nevertheless, in 2015, I finally decided to start my blog.
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