When I sat down to start this blog about a few hours ago, I assumed that anyone reading this must know exactly what is going on in my life and, therefore, there’s no need to bore anyone with the gory details.  I thought I could just get into my snarky posts and all would be right with the world.  Oops…I was wrong.  A little history may give some context as this blog develops.

I am a cancer survivor, and, at the same time, a cancer patient.  In 2010, I was diagnosed with Hodgkins lymphoma.  Hodgkins lymphoma is a very treatable and curable form of cancer – if you’re going to get cancer, this is the one you want (there’s always room for snark!). In the summer of 2011, I was declared in remission and went about my life.  The following summer, a routine CT scan showed evidence of a relapse.  The lymphoma had made a comeback.  In addition to traditional chemotherapy, I had a stem cell transplant…the doctors literally killed off my immune system and gave me a new one.  It’s a fairly grueling experience, but I survived and was declared cancer-free in 2013.  Time to rebuild my life…I found a job that I love in a community where I am supported and pushed to be my best.  I got a dog, Sadie.  I planned a spring break trip to Disney World!  I even contemplated online dating.

Then the other shoe dropped…in January 2015, I was diagnosed with endometrial cancer, or “lady cancer” as I often call it.  The treatment was “simple” said the surgeon – they would remove all my lady parts and I could get on with my life.  There was major surgery with a six-week leave from work to recover.  By the time the end of March rolled around, I had enough of the 4th hour of the Today Show and I was ready to get back to work.  Resume normal activities…the problem is, nothing is ever normal.  Before returning to work, my medical “team” found more cancerous cells and a tumor in my abdomen.  The diagnosis – metastatic endometrial cancer. The treatment – well, that’s a long story for another post!  Stay tuned…