Here’s what happens when they tell you that you have cancer. You don’t hear the rest of the sentence. Or the one after that. Or the one after that. Or anything else for the next hour really. The moment the word escapes the doctor’s mouth, everything they say starts sounding like the teacher in Charlie Brown. « You have cancer womp womp waaah waah … »
So before we get too deep into this, I guess I’ll start by telling you: I have cancer.
Womp. Womp. Waaah. Waah.
It’s OK. Take a second if you need it. Trust me, I needed more than one.
Technically, I have Waldenstrom macroglobulinemia, a rare form of non-Hodgkins lymphoma. It’s named after Swedish oncologist Jan G. Waldenström, who « discovered » it in 1944. Lucky guy. His name is forever associated with something that freaks people the (deleted) out. Or so…
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