Starting Year 10
Today was one of the days I count as the start of my cancer. It was the day that I opened a report which said that further tests were needed, but it looked like I may have had cancer. It took another scan, then a biopsy, before it was officially cancer. But there was never the actual devastating moment that you see on TV. It was more a series of paper cuts. Though when I woke up after the biopsy and was told I needed to find a surgeon immediately, it was a pretty clear hint before the official biopsy results came in. For the most part I have not have had a break from treatments during the 9 years. There was a respite between the late fall of 2016 through the end of the summer of 2017 where I thought perhaps I was “cured,” but by October 2017 I was told my cancer was in all likelihood inoperable and incurable. A couple months later there was no doubt, and I started triathlon training. Since my initial diagnosis, I have taken thousands of photos, saved at least one life, p...