Chemotherapy is like this: Drink a gallon of bleach, followed by a gallon of ammonia and have a seat. You won’t have to sit long before your body responds. Simply put, it sucks. My first trip to the cancer unit immediately threw me out of hysterectomy-depression mode into chemo-shock mode. I walked in to a… Continue reading My Cancer Story Part 4: Hell.
My Papa is like Jesus’ cousin. Pretty sure. They’re just that close. Of all the visitors that came to hospital, even leaving their own Christmas Day gatherings to come and console my family, he was the most memorable. Well, he and my sister Stephanie. I hadn’t seen her in a while, and her crying was… Continue reading My Cancer Story, Part 2: Hope
December 23rd of 1997 I was diagnosed with ovarian cancer. I was 23 years old. This is my story. After already experiencing a long, painful, and sleepless night, I was almost too sleepy to grow weary of yet again laying in a cold room, on a stiff slab of a bed, covered with thin, scratchy… Continue reading My Cancer Story, Part 1