I guess I could write something...
give an update on my condition.
Let's see,
I have lymphoma. My doctor found it following last year's bone marrow biopsy.
He didn't expect to. In truth, he performed the biopsy to rule out lymphoma.
I think he was surprised, if you can surprise a oncologist.
Why has it taken so long for me to come out?
I was tired of cancer: tired of dealing with it; thinking about it; chronicling it.
Now I'm left without that option; lymphoma is incurable.
At least mine is indolent, the slow-growing kind that isn't expected to decrease my life expectancy, but won't succumb to chemo either.
I get it; neither did I.
Another positive: I feel good.
Of course I also felt good right before I discovered the breast cancer.
But I won't lose my hair this time. It's Retuxinab this time around.
Winters are tough.
Cold weather for me is like Kryptonite to Superman.
I start treatment again soon, probably next month. That's the routine now: every three months.
Will I have to continue this course for the rest of my life? Maybe.
Will I wake up one day and decide I've had enough? We'll see.
But it won't be today. I still have work to do.
