On September 5, 2019, my world was forever flipped upside down. I heard the words, “This looks like signs and patterns of lymphoma cancer.” I froze at that moment and kept hearing the word cancer over and over again. Tears streamed down my face, and I remember everything else the ER doctor said was just gibberish to me. How could I have cancer? I’m a 26-year-old young adult who just gave birth to a healthy little boy. This could not be right.
She confirmed to me that to her it looks exactly like cancer. I screamed out, “What am I going to do? I have a 4-month-old son, and am I going to die.” As sweet as she was, she was very practical with me too. She said they would do everything in their power to help me fight this, and tomorrow my oncologist team would help me figure things out. Everything after that visit was just a blur for weeks. I became weak and sicker than I have ever been in my life. I was bedridden with depression. I should have been loving on my sweet baby and taking care of him, but the word CANCER completely paralyzed me and made me sicker than I originally was. For weeks the only thing I saw was my ceiling above me as I lay there in my room praying to God to change this narrative.
Rebecca
blood cancer
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