HAPPY 36TH BIRTHDAY TO ME

I was diagnosed on June 12, 2004. A week prior I had a supraclavicular lymph node removed by a surgeon. It was performed at Moutain View Hospital in Las Vegas, Nevada. Denise was there with me. My husband showed up late smelling like a can of beer and when I awoke, that's what I got to smell. Thankfully, Dee was there with me the entire time, I don't know how I would have made it through this journey without her support. A week went by and I wanted my results. I had to push for them. I made up a fib, I called the surgeons office and said I have another lymph node sticking out and he wanted to see me right away. Medicine in 2004 in Las Vegas was nothing more than a shitshow at times. So off I went with Sydney only 8 years old in the surgeon's office holding her hand as tight as possible with sweaty palms, I hear him say to me, "Michelle, you've got Non-Hodgkin's Lymphoma and it's not the type you want to have". Let that sink in, along with my young child getting a cancer diagnosis that at the time mainly affected older men made my head fucking spin. So here I was, Thirty Flirty and Thriving 36-year-old young woman given her death sentence. In this section of my blog you will hear my story about what led up to my diagnosis of Lymphoma and also learn what I went through. More than anything on fight, I learned that you MUST ALWAYS be your advocate. For more than 4 years they told me - your nodes are enlarged due to overuse of deodorant. Here I begin my journey, a fight. The fight for my life. Little did I know at the time I would become pregnant shortly. So here goes my story of a real-life diagnosis of fNHL and also getting pregnant shortly after the diagnosis. PREGNANT WITH CANCER? yes, I can't make this shit up!


All My Love Always ~ M

04/11/2020