I don’t know if you’ve noticed (and if you didn’t, please lie and tell me you did), but I haven’t written much lately. Here are my excuses:
- I have enough energy to actually be really focused on work.
- I’m a lawyer, so the last thing I want to do after writing all day is to write more.
- I’m still not fully back up to normal speed, so my focus at work drains me for the creativity necessary to write.
- Blah blah blah blah.
The true problem is that writing about what I’ve been dealing with lately is hard. Really hard.
The other night I was having dinner with a friend when, at a pause in the conversation, she said, “so a 25 year old coworker of mine just found out she has breast cancer, and she asked me if I knew of any good oncologists.” And then she looked at me.
And then I texted my oncologist. That night, I sent my friend a long email, and then I sent her two more. And then two text messages the following morning. Clearly I have some things to say on this issue. So, here is my quick and dirty guide to what to do if your doctor says you have cancer. Obviously, my perspective is Chicago-centric, but I’ll try to nationalize it where relevant.
Exactly one year ago today, I finished chemo. Needless to say, my journey didn’t end there, but it was one hell of a milestone.
I’ve been thinking a lot about how to celebrate this particular day, and so far, I’ve come up with not much.
Get drunk? Well, I’ve been having trouble with alcohol since finishing chemo, so that’s not really an option.