Revisiting the cancer journey, just when I was beginning to leave it behind, was not one of my better ideas. Look, if you’re curious, my life’s an open book. Um, an open web page.
Here’s my timeline.
- Reflecting on my mother-in-law’s diagnosis: June 15, 2007
- First idea that something might be wrong with me: June 16, 2007
- Diagnosis: June 26, 2007
- Testing: June 18 – July 5, 2007
- Chemotherapy: July 12 – December 30, 2007
- Bilateral Mastectomy: January 24, 2008
- Radiation: March – May, 2008
- Bilateral Oopherectomy: August 26, 2008
- Lymphedema: February 23, 2008 – present
Now you know. You can look up those posts, or any of the ones surrounding these issues, using two new tools over there on the right. There’s a brand new category box over there, right above the drop down box for the monthly archives. Read about whatever you like — chemotherapy, mastectomy, radiation — it’s all there, in emotionally gory detail. I have nothing to hide.
Particularly not tonight, the night that I learned of another friend’s death, the death of yet another mother with cancer. I didn’t know Manda well, and that’s my loss. I know that. I enjoyed her writing, and I offered her what little support I could. I wish it could have been more. I wish, more than anything, that she could have benefited from a cure, and that her last efforts to find help at a hospital in Houston could have done the trick.
Instead, she’s gone.
Excuse me while my heart breaks for that little boy and all those who loved Amanda, a.k.a. Alabama Pink.