Survivorship
Cancer Connections
I have been diagnosed with cancer twice in the space of 8 years. Both times I have felt a real need to find others who have been through the same type of cancer to me.
Read More...Connection After Cancer
My relationships with other people have definitely changed over time. I isolated myself during my chemo and radiation treatments over the years. Whilst this may not have been the choice of mine, I felt completely lost.
Read More...Ask Me About My Sleeve
“Why do you have a sleeve on one arm?”
It’s a fair question, I suppose. Not many people wear one sleeve at a time. And yet, one look and I can feel the distance between us.
Read More...Too Much, Too Soon
I used to think the hardest part of dating after cancer would be finding someone willing to. I didn’t think anyone would want me anymore—I was changed, insecure, and utterly, profoundly afraid. I was twenty-five and already my body had failed me; already I’d had my head sheared, my body drilled into and scarred.
Read More...Survivorship and Connection After Cancer
“But you’re so young! You’re so healthy!”
These were the words I’d hear most often not long after my cancer diagnosis at the age of twenty-five.
Read More...Everything Doesn’t Happen for a Reason
It may be common to tell someone struggling with a cancer diagnosis that “everything happens for a reason,” but I don’t agree and think it is a rather rude thing to say, at least for my type of cancer.
Read More...He Laughed
He laughed. How could he laugh? I just divulged my most kept secret and he laughed. When someone tells you they have cancer, laughing should not be your first response. Well, I guess this isn’t going anywhere…
Read More...Survivorship After Having the “Good Cancer”
Patrick. Cait. Casey. Kevin. Jim. Chris. Mike. Alden. Vinnie. Adam. Those are the people I think of most throughout every day I remain cancer-free. Since I have been in my survivorship journey, those ten people have died, all undeserving of what this disease took from them and their loved ones.
Read More...Am I Human?
They no longer treat me like
I am human.
A human has flaws.
A human can be weak.
But I… I am their warrior—
their cancer warrior.
Life is Too Short Not to Let Yourself Change Your Mind
Before I was diagnosed with cancer, I had always wanted to be a doctor. And honestly, this dream held up for many years after. But cancer shifted my axis. I was in and out of school. I didn’t know if I’d graduate high school.
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