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Happy Biopsiversary To Me!

February 14, 2011 was the date of my biopsy and now forever the date of my biopsiversary…biopsy-versary? ūüôā

I spent the morning telling hospital staff¬†Happy Valentine’s Day and the rest of the day slightly drugged and hosting my dad and little brother who had come up for my surgery. ¬†My mother, an oncology nurse specialist, had died only 2 months before and interacting with the nurses in the pre-op and post-op area made me feel sad and unnaturally¬†out of control. ¬†The biopsy was supposed to rule out what we “already knew”…that the lumps in my neck were not cancer. ¬†Two days later, I had a diagnosis of Hodgkin’s Lymphoma. ¬†Every following appointment with the Ear, Nose, and Throat physician always included a medical resident in tow to palpate my neck and feel what “wasn’t supposed to be cancer.”

Wasn’t supposed to be cancer, indeed.

While months later, (sometime in July?), I was marked as cancer free, the date I choose to celebrate¬†is the date of my biopsy. ¬†That date when one of the lumps in my neck that had been ‘weird and lumpy bumpy’ for months, was taken out and examined. ¬†The date when I took the next step towards my life completely falling apart so that I could spend the next several years building it back up. ¬†The date when cell mutation ruled over reason and at 24 they found cancer in my body.

Six crazy years later and I’m here, standing up and fighting back. ¬†Fired up, ready to go.

Happy Biopsy-versary to Me!