Lymphoma And Not Being Immortal
By michele molinari
8 Jan 2008
At the age of 30 you think you're immortal. Cars, girls, boys, beach, whatever ... sometimes a school book. Then, one day, you emerge from the booze related cloud and you've a swollen lymph node on the left side of the neck. What the heck is this? You go for a series of medical checks and, the day before Pope John Paul II is declared dead, somebody with a white coat makes you sit and then opens you the door to an unknown, unexpected, unpleasant, parallel, grey world. It's called disease, and from now on you've an Hodgkin's lymphoma. Congrats.
Days pass and the grey gets darker. But the ever classic light switches on at the end of the tunnel when the moment for the bone marrow transplant approaches. Hold your breath, you're almost done, soon life gets back to its technicolor magnificence.
2 responses
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Zerina Phillip said (31 Dec 2008):
I feel your story. I attended a meeting with the NY chapter for Lymphoma. I don't have the Lymphoma, but wanted to learn and volunteer. There is this book that was recommended from one of the breakout session I attended. I went out soon after an bought it. "What Color Is Your Diet?" By David Heber. Maybe you must have read it.
Keep the faith, be strong. You are not alone. -
Regenia Brabham gave props (26 Mar 2009):
Thank you for sharing! I'm sending prayers! And my vote.
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