multiple myeloma

Life or Something Like It

Navigating my adult life, I did everything right. I went to school for a long time. I got a doctorate, bought a house on my own, had a thriving professional career, a relationship, friends, and thoroughly enjoyed life. I was a planner, had my future mapped out, and always kept in the back of my mind the idea that I had so much time to complete the things I wanted to do.

Dear Cancer, Why am I Still Here?

Dear Cancer,

You thought you were going to take me out, but I am still here. Twelve years ago, when the doctors finally found you, I will admit you did have me there for a second (insert nervous laugh). The doctors were perplexed—they were not sure what they were looking for, and it took a painful six months to even get diagnosed. The doctor said, “You have Multiple Myeloma at 29 years old.”

To Be Alive

Much has happened since 2019, some good and some bad. In many ways, we live in a different world. Who in 2019 could have imagined that we would live through a dystopian novel in the years to follow? But, in my own life, the most notable event came during the summer of that year—the day I received a call that confirmed that I had, in a phrase taken from Susan Sontag, “entered the realm of the sick.”

Stop Calling Me a Warrior

I remember the day I was diagnosed with cancer, but it is all a bit of a blur. You know how sometimes videos are made of snap shots of split-second moments—they just flash up on the screen. Maybe a picture for each minute.