It has been a year since we found out Molly has cancer. Probably the longest year of my life. I always tell people I became an adult at the age of 42, as at no period in my life I have grown up so much. The cliché of living life one day at a time is very true after cancer diagnosis. It is amazing how some of things that mattered 12 months ago do not matter anymore. Family and friends have become the most important part of our lives. Continue reading
I became a caregiver in November of 2013. I didn’t ask for it but no one ever does. I never thought I would have this duty this early in my life, but life is unpredictable. I watched my parents and aunts deal with my grandparents when they were sick, but I figured I wouldn’t be in that position for decades. I was wrong. Continue reading
Friday November 15th, 4:05 PM. I remember that moment as clear as it was yesterday. I had just started a new job, and this was my second week. I was taking notes for next week, trying wrap up so I can go home. My Phone rang, and it was Molly. Figured she wanted to talk about dinner. I answered, and Molly was crying on the other end. “The doctor just called, they see a spot on my scans, they think something is really wrong”. Friday November 15th, 4:05 PM everything changed.
I was recently reading a book, and the author called “Cancer”, the worst word in the English language. Not to take away from crappinest of cancer, but there are worst diseases out there. To name a few Multiple Sclerosis, Cystic Fibrosis, & ALS. At least with cancer there are constant new treatments coming out, there isn’t much for the above. Continue reading