Every so often, I get a familiar panic regarding my health. I feel like a small muscle ache or an over exhausted day are omens for my impending doom. I know it’s a silly feeling, but I can’t help these invasive thoughts, only combat them.
I suppose they make sense considering I once had a variant of life-threatening cancer…Read More »
I despised all of these medical sidesteps; I just wanted to live a normal life. I knew that I didn’t want to become a hypochondriac, but how can someone who personally experienced all that I did be okay with the knowledge that – at any moment – this could all come crashing down?
I had it fairly easy as a kid all things considered, but I consumed food like an opulent King every single day and luckily, my body was able to bounce back. Only until it was literally able to bounce.
Even then, I hardly exercised and my life goals were minimal. At what point would the other shoe drop? Well, it turned out that point was at age eighteen when my life had been reset. I was now left picking up the pieces of my old way of living and aimlessly looking for a new puzzle frame.
I never imagined in a million years that I would have cancer. I mean I had always assumed that I would die from some form of heart disease based on my lifestyle choices, but not cancer. Although the ailment was prevalent in my family gene pool and I always had that feeling in the back of my mind that I would get it someday– I did not think it would have been this early.
One December when I was about thirteen, I had some mild, but persistent chest aches. I went to the doctor and he asked me the typical questions:
I don’t feel human today.Read More »
