To all my friends who are recently engaged or expecting: I'm sorry. Just celebrated your wedding anniversary? Landed a new job? I'm sorry to you too. It's not like I planned to steal your thunder. I don't even want your thunder. But that's what happens. Inconvenient, inconsiderate Cancer comes in and steals the spotlight.
Being told I have Cancer is the scariest news I've ever received. But if you're going to get Cancer, I've been told that Lymphoma is the Cancer to get. Like it's the new "it" bag or something. Like I got the trendy version of Cancer. "It's good!" I've been told repeatedly. But even with this "good" news, Cancer is Cancer. It's still fucking scary. It's still fucking Cancer.
But as my grandmother told me, I'm just like her: stubborn and persistent. Cancer doesn't stand a chance against women like us. In fact, I feel sorry for Cancer having to go up against me because it will lose. So this blog is the journey of me kicking Cancer's ass. Cancer, I'm stealing the spotlight back.
*Please excuse any grammatical errors throughout this blog. When you have Cancer, there's just no time to be grammatically correct.