Today marks the one-year mark from my diagnosis.
While being told you have cancer isn’t something to celebrate, it marks a significant change in our lives worth recognizing.
Today marks the one-year mark from my diagnosis.
While being told you have cancer isn’t something to celebrate, it marks a significant change in our lives worth recognizing.
It’s been a busy and productive day — as it always is when we come to MD Anderson.
Hallelujah!
35 treatments have come and gone.
I’d like to say it was easy and went by fast. I mean, it kind of did go by fast. It seems like I just started. At the same time, throughout the last seven weeks, it got progressively harder.
A quick flashback.
It’s January 16, 2013, in Houston – two days after Jenny’s second surgery, when they removed 23 lymph nodes and ensured there was no cancer left in her body.
Labor Day came at the perfect time during my treatment. My poor skin needed the break. I did, too.
I’m pretty sure that my standard answer when people ask how I’m doing is, “Good. Grumpy, but good.”
And, I am. I’m just worn out.