This is the story of a girl…
No, this is a story all about how my life got flipped-turned upside down…
Closer, but no. This is the intro to my cancer story, originally published on CaringBridge.org when I decided to semi-privately blog about my adventures with cancer.
March 31, 2015
Most of you probably know that I’ve been battling a mystery illness since the beginning of the year, with numerous misdiagnoses. Well, we finally have the correct one, and it’s a bit of a bombshell. I’ve been diagnosed with Diffuse Large B-Cell Lymphoma. It’s a form of non-Hodgkins lymphoma, and it’s curable. When an oncologist uses the word curable, that’s really something, because it’s not a word you hear often in cancer circles. So, I’m going to be totally fine. I will have six cycles of chemo, three weeks apart, starting 4/13. Yes, I’ll lose my hair. But it’ll grow back when this is all over.
When I first got my diagnosis, I knew right away that I wanted to start a blog on CaringBridge. I have friends who have done so, and it’s been helpful for both them and for myself. I’d like to keep most of the cancer stuff off Facebook, not answer the same questions a thousand times, but still let people know what’s going on and how I’m doing. So, this is where you can read all about my journey (gag) because you care, or just have a morbid curiosity (or both).
Feel free to post supportive comments, jokes, and whatnot. And please, if you know anyone who might benefit from hearing my story, feel free to share this site with them. If hearing what I’m going through can make someone else feel less alone, less scared, and hopefully even laugh a bit, I’d absolutely love that.
Really, I’m feeling so positive about this, and even relieved to finally have answers and a plan to feel better soon. So, no pity party here. I’ll be venting, informing, and possibly grossing you out (you know I’ll be posting pictures), but no sadness. Got it? Good.
Fuck Cancer,
Deb
[Biselblog note on dates: I began writing this on March 31st, 2015, but didn’t show it to the world until a few days later, when I’d talked to my VIPs in person or on the phone.]