Wow. So this getting to know myself thing is really interesting; not to mention scary. At least to me it is. And this whole blogging thing is REALLY new to me but, I have to admit, painfully necessary.
I was diagnosed with non-Hodgkins lymphoma this year on June 28. Yeah, the big “C” as they call it. Or the “aww, that sucks for him/her” as I used to call it. I told an English-challenged friend of mine what was wrong and he asked, “Isn’t that when you’re like addicted to sex?” How I wished it was just that. “It’s lymphoma with an ‘L’, not an ‘N’,” I replied. Hence, lymphomaniac.
I started this blog for a few reasons:
- It’s cathartic.
- I have chemo brain and I need to write this all down before I forget.
- I facebook WAY too much. Is ‘facebook’ or ‘to facebook’ a verb?
- You (meaning my adoring blog readers) oughtta know. Yeah, I know… I heard Alanis too.
So, here goes nothin’. Stupid cancer. That’s “Stupid.” With a capital ‘S.’