Lymphoma

(Not Trusting) My Body, (But Trusting) My Self

When I was a little kid, I trusted my body pretty well. I could count on it to run the fastest, land that ollie I was trying to do on my skateboard, send the soccer ball into the net for a goal, land feet-first into the water after flipping around in the air off the high-dive.

Dear Cancer, My Life Looks A Little Different Now

Dear Cancer,

If I would have written this letter a year ago, I’d have said you ruined my life. A year ago I was regularly having flashbacks of going through aggressive treatment for Primary Mediastinal Large B Cell Lymphoma during the winter months of 2020 and 2021. A year ago I was still reeling from my third cross-country move in as many years. A year ago, my body was still getting rid of all the toxins from the aggressive chemotherapy regimen I was put through. A year ago, I still felt so damn misunderstood by my friends and family.