Just as nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition, I never expected cancer. I'm sure some people expect to be diagnosed with cancer, either because of a medical history in their family or work environment.
Not me. Not at the age of 44.
Yet in November, I was diagnosed with lymphoma, a blood cancer. This came from nowhere, rocking me and my family to our knees. In many ways, I am still in shock that I have suddenly become a cancer patient.
Looking at my family history, I can find only one case of cancer: My paternal grandmother died of leukemia in 1951, in a time when treating cancer was in its infancy. Is her cancer connected to mine? I'm not knowledgeable enough to know for sure, but I kind of doubt it, even though both are blood cancers.
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This isn't a battle I anticipated, but I am up for the challenge. I am strong in mind and body, and I have a lot of reasons to beat the odds and live to be a cantankerous old man.
This blog will chronicle my fight to rid my body of cancer. I hope you will find it informational, interesting and perhaps even uplifting.