Baldies' Blog began originally in the UK by a 26 year old journalist with a blood cancer on a mission to inform the world about bone marrow donation.
He has since died, and I took on the cause of making cancer care more transparent for everybody.
Cancer is a disease that will touch everybody through diagnosis or affiliation: 1 in 2 men will be diagnosed and 1 in 3 woman will hear those words, "You Have Cancer."
I invite you to read how I feel along my journey and
how I am continuing to live a full life alongside my Hodgkin's lymphoma, with me controlling my cancer, not my cancer controlling me.
I hope that "Baldies' Blog" will prepare you to handle whatever life sends you, but especially if it's the message, "You Have Cancer."
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
STOMP OUT CANCER
I was having a rough morning. I took my medication to get out of bed to stop my hands from shaking. My muscles and my joints ached. My shingles burned across my chest and under my arm. I wanted to tape my arm to my head to stop the rubbing.
I flew out of bed to bathe and care for X, feed him breakfast, make the lunch, get my coffee, feed the dog and the cat, run, run, run before Jenn came to pick him up. My heart was racing. I was short of breath.
Then, I snapped at Xander. He was fidgeting. His foot stuck in the lining of his wind pants. He was making jokes and smiling. I wasn’t in the mood. He couldn’t get his foot through. I couldn’t either, and I snapped.
“I’m so sorry Bud,” I told him. “I’m screwing up my son. I’m a horrible mom.” I thought.
His smile didn’t break.
“Stomp out cancer, mom.” He told me. He gave me his fierce face, and started to smile wide again. He smiled my smile.
“What?” I asked. He’d never said the word “cancer” before.
“Stomp it out.” He told me and slammed his foot on the floor. He kept smiling, and I smiled too.
I got the message. It’s going to be a good day, and thank goodness he made me laugh before he confessed he’d been spending his hot lunch money on ice cream everyday.