It will be the hardest conversation you’ll have to have.
On December 21, 2013, after experiencing some discomfort and observing my distended abdomen, I surrendered to the fact that I had to put my own health back on my priority list.
My first instinctive reaction was, “I’m going to die.”
My second was, “How am I suppose to tell my kids?”
Even though I was the one in crisis, I still found myself worrying about everyone else. Their needs and how I would manage it all now that I had no choice but to take care of myself.
I was diagnosed with stage 4 Burkitt’s Lymphoma. A rare and rapidly growing cancer that was now taking over my abdomen and growing daily. Within a few weeks, I looked like I was nine months pregnant.
I was resistant to receiving chemotherapy because I was terrified of losing my hair. It was part of how I identified myself, and losing it meant I couldn’t hide behind it anymore.