My journey towards being 100% cancer free has taken an unexpected turn. Last Friday I went in for my first round of active surveillance, and it was confirmed earlier this week that #LeftyTesty
has made a few friends. My cancer has spread its up to the lymph nodes near my kidney - the first place my disease would set up camp. Fortunately, my oncology team caught it early and we are taking it head on.
On Monday I will begin 4 cycles of aggressive chemotherapy. One week on, two weeks off. My prognosis is a 95% cure rate, meaning there will be light at the end of this tunnel.
I have decided to fight the first half of this in Chicago, and attempt to finish out as much of my fall semester as possible. If all goes according to plan, my last infusion of chemo will be the week of Christmas. Ultimately closing the most challenging chapter of my life in 2018, and starting the new year on a road to recovery.
I want to be angry, I want to be upset, I want to know why this all happened in the first place, but above all: I want to be healthy. And in order to do that, I need to fight.
These next 3 months will become my highest highs and lowest lows, but I won’t be battling alone. I am so grateful to be surrounded by warriors, survivors, and gracious friends/family who have already raised me up and showed me how to be strong.
I ask that you please tell all the young men in your life to grab life by their balls, literally. Monthly self-examination is the first step in early detection, and can save a life. So go ahead, touch yourself. And if something doesn’t feel right seek medical attention immediately.
Ultimately, we all go through trials in life. Trials that teach us. Trials that shape us. Trials that define us. I’m choosing to begin this trial with wonder, bravery, and hope. The wonders of support from family and friends, the bravery within myself, and the hope that one day I will finally be cancer free.