“When Will ‘My Cancer Story’ Be Released?”

Many of you have expressed interest in the hardcopy book version of this ongoing first draft of My Cancer Story, and have asked me the title question verbatim. Well, I’m here to answer that for you, today.

My Cancer Story will experience drastic changes as my first draft will soon be beaten into shape to achieve its final form: a finished novel. There is a lot of editing, rearranging, tweaking, and cutting to occur before that moment. But, my goal is to arrive at the finished tome and have it released to the public on December 7th, 2018.

Why that date? Well, because that’s the day Super Smash Bros. Ultimate will be released, and I’ll have no time for both the book or the game at that point! (I know; if you’ve been reading, I tend to discuss the series a tad excessively. What can I say, passion is a large part of this book.)

Okay, truth be told that’s not the ONLY reason. I also aim to commence my book tour before the end of the year. Ideally, I’d like to visit a few hospitals in the Los Angeles area (especially the Children’s Hospital of Los Angeles), and then travel around the country visiting children battling cancer in as many cities as I can.

This book is the first step in a long line of goals that I have to help as many people as I can in the time that I’ve been afforded. My Cancer Story will hopefully be there for others who are experiencing cancer in some form as a method of companionship and of hope.

-Jamie (@GuyOnAWire)


This is an ongoing story of my personal battle with Cancer. My hope is that it helps others who are currently experiencing their own battles (whether it be for themselves or a loved one) or to help with early detection.

The way I’m doing it is terrifying for a writerI’m writing a publically available first-draft outline for an eventual book, chapter by chapter in weekly form. The only reason I’m doing it this way is to get the story out as soon as possible for someone out there who needs a survivor to visit them during their own treatment. If you’re reading this and need someone to talk to, tweet at me and I’ll give you a call. No questions asked. This story is for you and I’ll help any way that I can.

Stay tuned, as I will be posting a new chapter every Monday until the story is complete.

And remember if you experience any Anemic symptoms– get checked for Leukemia as well.


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My Cancer Story Ch. 93 “Paying It Forward”

Chapter 93: “Pay it Forward”

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As busy as I had proved to be, I wanted to do more to help others who were currently fighting their own cancer battles. It was another reason for my existence beyond those four colorless walls, and yes, it satiated my Survivor’s Guilt– but I personally wouldn’t be the same if it weren’t for my visitor, Mitch. And sure enough there was only one thing holding me back; I thought that oh too toxic thought: “I don’t know how.”

 

Luckily, I was asked by one of my former nurses to speak to a patient that was upstairs combating the children’s version of Leukemia, ALL. I had a brief moment of pause, not because she asked me to do it, but I wondered how I would navigate such a conversation with a fifteen-year-old. I was almost twenty-five, and I felt too far removed from my childhood. Then I thought of Tori, the girl in the hospital that was from Presque Isle. I seemed to talk with her just fine, and she was only fifteen then, so I decided to keep it simple. After my lapse in judgment, I said, “Yes, I’ll meet David.”

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My Cancer Story Ch. 90 “Back to School”

Chapter 90: “Back to School”

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The New England School of Communications was the perfect school for me. Here, I could actually rent film equipment out like expensive library books, and make the movies that I’d been literally dreaming about since I was a kid. Of course, I didn’t think those ideas feasible back then, but thankfully, I made sure to at least jot them down in the moment!

 

In an effort to bolster my success, I took out some money against my retirement plan at EMMC and bought a brand new MacBook Pro laptop. And with the remainder of my student loans, I purchased the Final Cut Studio Suite (with the state-of-the-art Final Cut Pro 7), Microsoft Office 2010, and an Adobe Creative Suite that included Photoshop, Premiere, Illustrator, and many more.

 

I decided to spend the remnants of the student loans only if it was to better my studies during school and what better to spend my money on than the actual programs I would use in school? This way, I could maximize my time to work on assignments from home.

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My Cancer Story Ch. 88 “The Next Step”

Chapter 88: “The Next Step”

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Boy, after the show argument and then this, Travis must have thought I hated him.

 

In the fall of 2010, after Travis and I’s lease expired, I wanted to take the next step in my relationship with Deirdre and move in together. She had just moved out of this beautiful apartment and into a place owned by her boss at EMMC, the head of the kitchen, Jimbo.

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My Cancer Story Ch. 87 “Fort Thomas Fluctuation”

Chapter 87: “Fort Thomas Fluctuates”

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No, I was going to prove my life goal duality– love and a career. I didn’t survive Leukemia to settle, and I sure as shit wasn’t going to give up on either one of my passions.

 

I applied for school again, and The New England School of Communications graciously accepted my reinstatement. I knew the next two to four years would be tough, but I was planning on getting my and Travis’ cartoon show up and running.

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My Cancer Story Ch. 84 “An Old Flame, Rekindled

Chapter 84: “An Old Flame, Rekindled”

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What a ball I was having! I was perfectly happy without a relationship & I was going to the gym more, eating healthy, and living a normal social life. But it just goes to show that when you least expect it, love comes rushing back into your life.

 

Deirdre and I had been talking a lot more at work, and during our many collective gatherings with our co-workers; we flirted more often than not. Call me completely oblivious, but yeah; I didn’t know that Deirdre was into me when we first reconnected at work in 2007 OR that night we danced the night away and I chose Veronica.

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My Cancer Story Ch. 83 “Filthy Fourths Or: How I Stopped Worrying About Relationships and Love the Sex”

Chapter 83: “Filthy Fourths Or: How I Stopped Worrying About Relationships and Love the Sex”

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The summer of 2009 was forged through the fires of my heartache. But rather than scar tissue, I was left with an inner healing. For the first time in, well, forever, I was free. After years of desperately wanting a relationship, I was wholly happy being alone. I decided instead, to focus on loving myself for the first time ever, a relationship for which I had sorely yearned. And at the same period, any remnants of a social butterfly cocoon were finally shedding, and crashing to the ground.

My place in our frequent parties had finally settled into a place of familiarity and exuberant joy. No longer was I the outlier, staying in my room during the festivities, nor was I the “sober” one desperately trying to grasp at the fibrous tendons of civility, no, I was entrenched within the essence of the collective energy. Just like everyone else.Read More »

My Cancer Story Ch. 82 “Fort Thomas”

Chapter 82: “Fort Thomas”

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Scheduling was a bitch. Every one of us in the dish room staff was tired, fed up, and ready for a sense of normalcy. This renovation had worn itself thin; Day in, day out, we toiled away over this sweatbox, washing two hundred plus sets of dishes and hundreds more cafeteria trays in a machine built for a consumer-sized kitchen. The yearning for a creative outlet had never been so badgering.

 

And to make matters worse, all of the “input” that was requested by our bosses into the new dish room was ignored, and we began to see the errors in their new installation. Firstly, the machine was exorbitantly enormous and second, their “Three Month” construction phase was – predictably – a gross miscalculation at best and an empty promise at worst. Why was I wasting my time with this job? I initially applied to make more money, and now that I’m paying my bills down, I’m just as broke as I was before. I needed to take a hit to come out on top, and it seemed as though college was, once again, the answer.

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My Cancer Story Ch. 81 “Six Months of Self-Loathing”

Chapter 81: “Six Months of Self-Loathing”

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This was a nightmare.

 

As construction began on the new dish room, we were relocated to a small section on the main floor of the kitchen in a makeshift “dish box.” There was a drain added to the flat-as-a-pancake floor beneath us, and therefore, the water just sat there. During the first week, the machine spat out gallons of water onto the floor daily, causing a mini-flood outward into the chemical/ mop bucket room.

 

Sure, that’s where our floor sink resided, but the problem was that the water flooded around the foot high walls of the sink and down onto the Emergency Department below us. Yeah, not a pretty sight.

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My Cancer Story Ch. 80 “A Reluctant Relationship”

Chapter 80: “A Reluctant Relationship”

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Veronica and I continued to flirt at the hospital after that night of dancing. We often made dirty jokes directed towards each other, and I could tell there was something there.

 

I was apprehensive at first for two reasons: she had a son, and I didn’t know if I was ready to deal with that responsibility (or if I was able to), and she was overweight. I knew how I used to be when I was obese as a teen (and technically now), and yet, I didn’t know if that meant that all overweight people were lazy, but I was trying to steer clear of that lifestyle. It was bad enough that I would occasionally smoke weed.

 

Veronica had actually come over during one of our apartment’s most egregious parties where Travis’ girlfriend ended up lying naked in front of the bathroom (and literally everyone else). Veronica and I continued to flirt then finally, after several mixed drinks, we went upstairs and hooked up.

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