“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. 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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My Cancer Story Ch. 73 “Anxiety Resurgence”

Chapter 73: “Anxiety Resurgence”

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“I could sure use a drink right about now” is something I should have told myself during all of 2007. The year was not kind to me in the slightest. It all began in the first desolate few months of the year as the winter winds howled on well into April. I had purchased a Little Caesar’s pizza kit from one of my managers at work and as we cooked it while watching The Prestige, I realized that my memory isn’t what it used to be. As a matter of fact, my memory in regards to numbers, names, faces, and more was exponentially stronger the year before I was diagnosed with Leukemia. It’s ironic that I would remember the moment I realized my memory was faulty but worry about remembering specific things properly. Wait; was it The Prestige or The Illusionist? Great.

 

I wondered how much of this memory loss was my own undoing? Were my several attempts at making peace with weed my mental downfall or was it the chemotherapy? And by the same token, was I really to blame for my hair loss by pulling out clump after clump while under the initial effects of the same chemo or was it merely my family’s genetics?

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My Cancer Story Ch. 71 “Indentured Servitude”

Chapter 71: “Indentured Servitude”

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My job search continued. The need for a better occupation was not only fueled by an unspoken desire to fall heavily back into games but also to finally pay down these hospital bills. An easy choice considering the hours at both franchisees’ Subways were still not enough for either.

 

The newspaper again proved to be the opposite of help and I was ready to go back to a staffing specialty office until my neighbor friend, Dan, offered an alternative. Dan had been working security for Securitas permanently on the EMMC campus. Dan – never one to settle for unhappiness – had been perusing the EMMC system for other jobs and told me about a Medical Transport job at the hospital (located conveniently down the road). I was reluctant to work at the same hospital at which I was treated but knew that this might have been a viable option to earn enough money to pay off those same medical bills once and for all. In fact, to me, the idea of using their money to pay off their bills was deliciously devious.

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My Cancer Story Ch. 58 “My First (Anxiety-Riddled) Concert”

Chapter 58: “My First (Anxiety-Riddled) Concert”

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My mind pushed out tragic thoughts of the house fire and instead continued churning its gleeful slideshow of happy memories set to upbeat pop music. It was like an Aunt who returned from vacation and a shitty house DJ all rolled into one. But every so often, the lingering anxiety would rear its ugly head, penetrating the very stability I had once thought I possessed.

 

Late one night, I began to worry about my throat closing up and sure enough, the feeling returned. I tried to fight it off, knowing that the feeling was likely due to the thought of it, but by then, it was too late.

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