tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35381188789807295332012-01-08T17:50:47.484-08:00This is a blog about having cancer. And surviving.Jennifer Fox-Williamshttps://profiles.google.com/112810925702300101073noreply@blogger.comBlogger151100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3538118878980729533.post-37925812659276607842011-01-16T18:00:00.000-08:002011-01-16T18:13:57.491-08:00

No matter what was going on with my treatment, I tried to get out. I tried to have the social life of a 26/27 year old. I didn’t drink, (I am pretty sure) I looked horrible, and sometimes, I had trouble keeping up with everyone. But I needed the interaction with more than my parents and doctors. I was determined to go through all the treatments and appointments alone, but I needed something

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With the wig my Grandma got me. We named it Sharon Tate.Dr. Sapra was going to India for a month. I found out later that he went there once a year to visit his family. To have my chemo treatments during the time he would be gone, he assigned me to another oncologist.Dr. Moss was shorter than me. He resembled my uncle which made me feel that I could trust him. He didn’t spend long with me, but

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I'm sorry I haven't been updating lately, there has been some stuff going on that I needed to concentrate on and I haven't been too inspired to write, and I haven't had much time, either.Please bear with me, and I will update soon. Thanks.

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This is the hospital I stayed at. It has changed a lot since then.At work, I was having a little trouble concentrating and remembering everything that I was supposed to do. Normally, I was very organized and on top of things. My calender was constantly updated and I had reminders all day long of things that I was supposed to do. I guess I kept missing things, and a co-worker decided to tell my

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I am a little fuzzy on the order that the next two events come in, so I will do my best. At this point, my hair hadn't really started falling out yet. But I was feeling run down, and my ability to concentrate was going down the tubes. I was pretty nauseas most of the time, and dizzy like being severely drunk most of the time. I had a strange taste in my mouth and food just didn't taste. The

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I am hoping to jar my memory or something. At this point I am drawing a bit of a blank. But, I'll get back on it.So, I am opening the floor to anyone who has any questions... I have seen the keywords that people have used to find this blog, and for some of you, I may be able to help you.... that is what this is supposed to be about, well that and tel my story. So, please if you have any questions

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Thank you for your patience (and your wonderful comments!) in my next blog. At this point is where things start to go hazy or run together for me. I still have a terrible time remembering certain things, and I may get some of my memories a little mixed up. I will update soon. I am still unpacking from my move, and working on finding a job, catching up, etc. So please bear with me, I will update.

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This is my Grandma and I right before my diagnosis. And my beautiful hair.I will post more pics of this period of time in my next entry. We can't find our USB cable right nowBefore I started chemo, my office went out to a bar. I don't really remember what it was for, but it was really fun. I had made so many new friends and we just had a blast all hanging out and having a good time. I made my

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Just a medical exam room. Not the one I was in, ours was much smaller. I was finished with all the testing. I needed to go in to see my oncologist to be staged in my disease and discuss treatment options. Dr. Sapra was a very nice man, and from what I read later, he thought I was a nice lady, too. His office was in a building that was next to the hospital, four stories tall, and looked like

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Bone Marrow Biopsy PrepAs I have said, my editor is MIA, so please forgive the not so smooth flow of my future blogs. After all those tests, I was informed that I needed to have a bone marrow biopsy. I had no idea what that entailed, and from the faces of people when I told them, I didn't think I wanted to know. I set up the appointment, and I asked if I would need a ride home or anything

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I realize it has been a while since I have updated, and I have been working on it, but my "editor" has been slacking. :-) I was reading the The Best of Craigslist and I found this entry. It is one of the most fabulous things I have ever read. I wish I could email this person and tell her that I love her. It had me in tears.... because I KNOW. I know how she feels. I want to give her a hug. And I

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What a Gallium Scan Looks likeThe next assignment was to get my Gallium scan, which I had never heard of. I thought maybe it would be similar to a CT scan, but I wasn't sure what to expect.I went to the hospital and found my way to the room where I checked in. I sat in a chair, waiting to be called. It was a strange room, disorganized. Blue plastic chairs lined the wall; ultrasound machines and

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CT Scanning MachineThe next step was deciding what to do. My parents discussed moving me home. From what we understood about chemo and any kind of cancer treatment, it zaps you of all ability to take care of yourself. My lease was almost up at my apartment, so my dad called the leasing office and made arrangements for me to move out. We had a few of my girlfriends come over to help pack and clean

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This is right before I left for my biopsy. Mom wanted a picture of the lump in my neck.I was 26 the first time I found out I had cancer. I was living in an apartment by myself; well, me and my cat, Babykitty. I was a temp at a job that was about to turn permanent. When they offered me the job, it meant I would get health coverage. It was also my first office job. My mom was so excited, she took

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Many people I know have been requesting the story of when I had cancer. How I found out, the weird things that happened, etc. I have also found writing to be very therapeutic and this story needs to come out of me. I have been thinking about it much too long. I was diagnosed with Hodgkin's Lymphoma in 1999. I went into remission and it came back again in 2002. I had a stem cell transplant in 2003

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