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."

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Thursday, December 8, 2011

Being sick stinks

I've been so sick. I've slept and slept and slept some more. I ate an orange, turkey slices, and noodles. I had some sips of drinks. All that in 48 hours. Tonight I tried to eat chicken and potatoes j and x made before they left to bball. I had some, but then feeling sicker, went to my room. I started to dry heave, almost vomiting, my whole body tensing violently. When this happened my tummy would act up and I thought I may need to sit on the toilet with my head in a bucket, because the loud vibrations coming from my behind were threatening to let loose. Then sick, miserable and in pain again, I started to cry. I don't know what's wrong with me. I've slept 48 hrs like a coma. I have sweats and chills but no fever. I was considering rhabdomyolysis bc my body aches. Then, I smelled something, and it smelled awful! It wasn't cancer. It wasn't fever. It wasn't bacterial or viral infection. It was just disgusting and where else could it be coming from but me? So I cried some more and hysterically dialed my mom. "I don't know what's wrong with me!" I wailed, "I need you to check on me!" But all she heard was, "I DON'T sob sob sob, some unintelligible statement". And I smelled so bad, I couldn't take it. My own sick smell was going to make me throw up uncontrollably. "What?!" Mom asked. "I need you to check on me" I said and with that I hung up and stuck my nose in an orange to avoid my own stench. Mom came quickly and crawled into bed looking for xmas cartoons as I told my tales of woe when suddenly, mom looked over and snapped, "Nika (my dog), why do you smell so bad? You have awful doggie farts!". It was only then I realized all the sobs about me being so sick I stunk to high heaven were untrue, bc I wasn't alone, my dog had been there stinking up my room! Part of my illness solved! I called dhmc earlier to reschedule my therapy. I'm not having it dec. 22 when it can wait until the 26th, but instead I confessed my illness and bought myself fluids for 9:30 tomorrow. At least I don't stink.
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