Tuesday, December 23, 2014

This Little Light of Mine

I have found that being sick very lonely and definitely the hardest part of this entire journey. I mean this in the sense that no one else knows exactly how terrible you feel or how much pain you are in. People can empathise and you can make comparisons with various other medical situations to give people some sort of idea and measure, but it’s just not the same. There are also SO many medical terms and tests etc that often it’s just so exhausting explaining things to people that I would rather just tell someone I’m fine than go through the details! Towards the end of my ABVD chemo cycle (about number 9 out of 12), I met a very precious little soul, Ashton Botes (Bash). I was on Facebook one day and noticed posts by mutual friends on my timeline wishing her good luck for her first chemo. Without being too creepy I sent her a message and it’s been the Two-pack ever since!

Bash was diagnosed with colon cancer in April this year and her story is pretty similar to mine - she was fit and healthy, and there isn’t any history of cancer in her family. Not your ideal candidate for colon cancer at 23 years old! We just clicked from the start and she is amazing. We have a love for tea and treat dates, Lou Harvey, Rosehurst and all things floral! The Sister’s call it the naughty corner when we sit and have chemo together and we chat NON STOP for the entire session which is usually about 6 hours. Bash has the best sense of humour, she is so optimistic and smiley, we laugh and make bad cancer jokes; we comfort each other when we go through rough patches and we just get each other. I have had a few other very invasive medical procedures to try and offset some of the other chemo side effects for the moment I’m not comfortable sharing them with the world. It has been an exceptionally difficult year for me and I’m just trying to deal with one thing at a time and it’s been such a blessing to have a friend who can relate and empathise. Thank you for everything Bash- you are a little gem and I will always treasure you <3

 

 
The end of a 6 hour chemo session - super swollen face, legs and feet, my shoes were stuck on!
 

Hair today, gone tomorrow...

 I wanted to write a quick little piece on one of the most despised side effects of chemotherapy, hair loss. This is has nothing to do with vanity but it fuels stigma – it reveals to the world that you have an illness that you would rather keep private. If you see me in the street you would never know that I have cancer, I am not dishevelled or sallow skinned- it’s not like the movies! I look fairly healthy and my hands, feet and face are puffy from the Cortisone (only 2 more weeks of this!) so I look like a little chipmunk. Some days I look completely “normal’’ to the world and yet I can barely move my feet to push a trolley around the supermarket and I feel completely out of body- like I’m floating. I get home from a mini grocery shop and I am SO fatigued that I will need a 3 hour nap to be able to function again afterwards, my world is in slow motion at the moment.

 When I had my first consult with Shane he mentioned that I would lose all of my hair, this was so devastating for me as I just loved my long hair, I cried and cried and cried. Everyone close to me knows that it been a really big deal for me, we are getting married on the 7th of March and I have always dreamt of having long hair on my wedding day. I know that many of you will read this and think that I should be grateful that I’m alive and on the road to remission and that hair loss is completely superficial, but I can’t help but feel sad about it.

Not all chemotherapy makes you lose your hair, some makes yours grow thicker and some only makes you lose underarm or leg hair! The strength of the chemo has NOTHING to do with whether you will you lose your hair or not- it’s purely the drug or drug combination. Someone said to Bash the other day that her chemo obviously isn’t very strong because she hasn’t lost her hair- it made me so mad! That’s the absolute last thing you should ever say. People also generally have something to say to me about my hair when they bump into me, trust me I am VERY aware about what’s going on with my hair  but I am also fighting to stay alive and trying to get through the rough days- could you rather encourage me and tell me to keep going?

During my first consult with the Sisters at Hopelands, they tried to encourage me to cut my hair short so that the hair loss wouldn’t be as big of a shock. I decided to keep my hair long for as long as possible so that I could make the most of it. My hair stuck around a lot longer than anyone thought it would- okay granted I had extremely thick hair to begin with- it started thinning slowly in the beginning but it only got noticeably thin towards September. I then cut it short and I can still tie it up into a tiny bun or minute ponytail. I haven’t lost my eyelashes, eyebrows or any other hair on my body completely but it is soft and thin. My Mum bought me a wig right in the beginning in case my hair fell out quickly but I have a love hate relationship with it and it spent a long time crumpled in its bag on my car floor. It’s hot and poofy and I feel like a Texas housewife when I wear it- all hair sprayed and teased! It’s a beautiful wig but it just doesn’t sit well on my head because I still have some of my own hair left. It started getting two little bald patches on the sides of my hair so I resorted to wearing pretty head bands but it has grown back now (yippee)! I can also wear clip-in hair extensions so I still have the long hair feeling. My current chemo schedule doesn’t affect my hair (but I have been much, much sicker) so I have lots of sweet little baby fluffy hair coming through!
 
 
Gav modelling my hair extensions! Ready to join the Redneck clan ;)
 
xxx

I won’t be writing again before Christmas but I hope you all have a very special time with your loved ones and enjoy each moment. I will be having chemo tomorrow morning sadly but I am definitely going to make the most of Christmas with my precious family ,even if I can’t stomach the gammon!
 
 

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Chemo - Part 1


April 2014 - September 2014

In April, I started chemotherapy at Hopelands. There are so many different variations of chemo and it is very rare to find a person who has the same combination of drugs as you even if you have the same type of cancer. This is because different stages require different approaches and often you find that each Oncologist has a different approach to treatments for their patients. Shane is known to be overly cautious and I’m comfortable with him and his ways, I know he won’t leave anything to chance and that I have best plan possible.

I started with a combination of drugs called ABVD; ABVD is widely used as the initial chemotherapy treatment for newly diagnosed Hodgkin's lymphoma. The name is an acronym for the following drug cocktail:

A: Adriamycin

B: Bleomycin

V: Vinblastine

D: Dacarbazine

(Not as good as a strawberry daiquiri!)

I had ABVD chemo once every two weeks, this is known as one cycle – I needed twelve cycles. In an ideal world this would mean that I would have chemo for 3 months and it would be over... Unfortunately things never go to plan and cancer doesn’t like playing by the rules, instead you learn to take things day by day otherwise you are constantly let down and left feeling disappointed. My chemo lasted double the estimated time due to unfortunate setback that I will explain below. 

The Doctor orders blood tests before each cycle of chemotherapy - it’s a bother and it’s painful. You wonder whether it could be avoided but unfortunately there is no way around it. Chemo kills cancer cells and is a vital part of treatment, but in the process it also kills some important normal cells in the body. The most important of these are cells in your bone marrow which produce blood cells. White blood cells or leucocytes are important for fighting infections in the body; drugs used in chemotherapy can kill these cells and increase the chances of getting an infection. Chemo also kills platelet cells in marrow which are important to prevent bleeding from different parts of the body- if platelet counts fall, there is a risk that bleeding may occur.

Before each cycle of chemo it is important to make sure that the numbers of white blood cells and platelets are acceptable. If not, you have to wait for them to rise to normal levels before having another cycle of chemo. It may be necessary to give some medicines that help the blood counts rise; also platelet or blood transfusions are sometimes required. This whole process is SO frustrating, you will feel completely normal and well so you pack your bag and make arrangements to have chemo and then you get the dreaded phone call from the Sisters at Hopelands to say that your bloods are too low! Back to the lad the next day (and quite often the next and the next) until your cell count is high enough.

A normal chemo session

There is a big room at Hopelands called the “Chemo Suite”, there are about 20 big, leather lazy boy chairs arranged in a circle and this is where we receive our treatment. You can pick your seat and get comfortable! It opens at about 8am and patients come in and out all day depending on how long their chemo sessions are. My ABVD took about 6 hours to complete, a loooooong day of sitting! Each chair has a drip stand next to it and one of the sisters brings you your "shopping tray" which is a plastic container filled with all of your drug bags and pills. Chemo can be given in four different ways although not all chemo drugs can be given in all the following forms:

Intravenously, as a slow drip through a thing needle in a vein in your hand or lower arm. The nurse will put the needle in when each infusion beigns and take it out when the infusion is done.

Orally, as a pill or capsule..
Through a port which is inserted in your chest during a short outpatient surgery. A port is a small disc made of plastic or metal about the size of a coin that sits just under the skin. A soft thin tube called a catheter connects the port to a large vein. Your chemotherapy medicines are given through a special needle that fits right into the port. You also can have blood drawn through the port. When all your cycles of chemotherapy are done, the port is removed during another short outpatient procedure.

Through a catheter (sometimes called a "long line") in your chest or arm. A catheter is a soft thin tube that is inserted into a large vein during a short, outpatient surgery. The other end of the catheter stays outside your body. This is basically the same as having a port, only you don't have the port itself. Your chemo medicines are given through a special needle that fits into the catheter. You also can have blood drawn through the catheter. When all your cycles of chemotherapy are done, the catheter is removed during another short outpatient procedure.


NB: Unfortunately not all chemo can be administered in all 4 ways so it's pretty much luck of the draw in terms of what you could be viable for.

My veins were nice and strong when I first started chemo so Shane didn’t think it was necessary to have a port fitted and my chemo was administered intravenously. Unfortunately, as time has gone on I have had many, many, many needle pricks and most of my veins have become hard and uncomfortable. Sometimes it can take up to six needle pricks before the Sisters find a vein that they can use to administer chemo or draw blood from- very uncomfortable! We did a quick calculation the other day and I have had a minimum of 230 needle pricks from March up until now (December).
 
                                               
                                                           All hooked up for chemo


My first session was very daunting as I had no idea how the whole process worked or what I needed to take along with me, I read a few blogs but none of them really explained what you would need. Here is a list of things I take along with me in my chemo bag:

  • Provitas with a bit of Bovril on them
  • 2 blankets: one to cover the chair with (I have become a bit of a germ phoebe) and one to put over my    legs  (I usually feel very cold during chemo)
  • Bubblegum (anti nausea technique) 
  • Fruit juice
  • Socks and slippers
  • Very comfortable clothes (unfortunately chemo makes me swell and retain A LOT of water), I sometimes weigh up to 5kgs heavier when I leave Hopelands after a chemo session (rookie error wearing jeans to my first session!)

There is a very strong medicinal smell in the chemo suite and every time I walk into the room my tummy churns, it’s very hard not to feel nauseous instantly! I battle to eat in the chemo suite and often go and sit outside when it was lunchtime so that I could get some fresh air. Generally I don’t pack lunch for myself as I never know what I’m going to feel like eating on the day, whatever I eat on the day of chemo I generally will not be able to eat again for months! I think my brain associates the food item with the nausea, smell and pain on that particular day and from then on I can’t even think about it. The one day I had such a strong craving for chicken strips and even the thought of them now makes me feel ill, I also can’t look at or think about sparkling water or pancakes.

You aren’t supposed to eat hot food in the chemo suite because the smell bothers the other patients, one man obviously didn’t get the memo and whipped out his bowl of pilchards for lunch – cue throw up bucket!
 
Everyone chats in the chemo suite and I have met such amazing people who have become great friends. The standard line is "So what cancer do you have?" and that gets you started. I have met all types of people and there is a mix of all ages and races, it seems like cancer no longer targets the old and helpless... everyone is at risk. I will do a separate post about a few precious souls that have amazing stories because I don't feel like I will be doing them any justice if I only write a few words about them. When I feel sorry for myself I just picture all of the people in the chemo suite and realise how lucky I am, most of the patients are just buying time and are never going to be cured and it's so incredibly sad to look around and realise that many of them wont be sharing Christmas with their families this year.

Post Chemo

I am so thankful that I was fit and healthy when I was first diagnosed and that I carried on exercising until I started chemo, it definitely helped me to recover quicker and to deal with the side effects better. I found that as chemo went on, it was more difficult to recover between cycles and I felt worse and worse. Here are some of the side effects I experienced from ABVD chemo:

Anemia
Infections
Mouth Sores
Nausea and Vomiting
Appetite Loss
Extreme fatigue
Hot flushes
Rashes and blisters
Flu like symptoms
Numb fingers and toes
Hair loss and thinning
Brittle nails
Skin discolouration
Headaches

The day after chemo, I always feel I had a seriously bad hangover on steroids. The side effects usually only kick in the following day and generally last for about a week.

 
 
 

When I was first diagnosed with cancer I was determined to carry on working- I loved my job as a Finance and Insurance Manager in the Motor Industry and I hated the thought of sitting at home all day. I lived for the fast paced, target driven position! My boss was very understanding and encouraged me to carry on working; I managed for three months but eventually had to resign in July. I found it so incredibly difficult to juggle work with a chemo schedule that was so unpredictable, also I found that my recovery time wasn’t long enough- for example if I had chemo on a Monday I would be back at work again on the Wednesday. Also, the only way to increase your blood count before receiving chemo is to rest, this doesn’t exactly fit in well with a job that requires you to work six days a week.  I often found myself putting on a brave face and trying to be as productive as possible when I felt terrible and wanted to crawl into bed, I also couldn’t just leave work if I suddenly felt sick as there was no one to cover for me at such short notice.

 

 
 
After having chemo I had to give myself a Neupogen injection in my tummy, once a day for five days. Neupogen helps to stimulate the production of white blood cells (these fight infections). The injections are painful! I found that after a while I psyched myself out of being able to give myself the injections and asked my friend Hayley to do them for me- she is incredible- hands down the best needle operator in the world! After four injections I would wake up in the middle of the night with intense bone pain in my hips and pelvis. It feels like a series of electrical shocks and my body would literally jump with every shock. Big ouch. The only way to cope with the pain is to pop a few painkillers and to lie on your tummy with a hot water bottle on your back. Without these injections I wouldn't recover quickly enough between chemo cycles, obviously this delays the entire process so they are very necessary.




                                                                The Neupogen Nurse and I

Unfortunately I wasn’t able to exercise while having ABVD chemo as Doxorubicin can affect the way the heart works and lead to permanent damage. I wasn’t allowed to let my heart rate exceed 120 which was SO frustrating. Shane would joke and say that i should get a cup of coffee at the gym because it would be enough exercise! I definitely wasn't pleased with that idea and I was craving a serious workout and lots of sweat, hah! I wore a heart rate monitor when walking on the promenade or around our neighborhood and would have to pull over for a few minutes to get my heart rate down if I got too excited and walked to quickly or chatted too much. Towards the end of my treatment I started doing light exercises with Gav’s Intern, Virgilia; she is amazing and really got me going! Hayley was on maternity leave at the time so the two of us trained together at Prime Human Performance Institute on days when I was feeling well enough. Hayley trained like a champ, I mostly did core exercises and was banned from all cardio- I snuck in a few fast spins on the spinning bike during warm up when Vigilia wasn’t looking (sorry Virgilas - at least I'm still alive!.




                                                       Virgilia and the cutes gym mascot, Meg.
 
 
 
 
I know this post has been exceptionally long but I really want to share one last very special event that fits into this time frame before I move on
 
 
 
 
When I started chemo I knew that I was in for a really tough time. My friends and family have been so incredibly amazing and I honestly couldn't be blessed with more special people in my life. I have to  mention one particular person in particular - my fiancĂ© Gav. When you find out that someone close to you has cancer it really can't be easy. I don't know what I would I would do if I found out that someone close to me had cancer as I know how truly horrific and soul destroying it is. To watch someone go through all of the pain and suffering, tears, hours spent slumped in bed not able to lift their head off the pillow, rushing off to get special medicines and foods, taking care of the house and making sure our bills are kept up to date, cooking meals and the me not being able to even look at them; this my friends is true love. I pray every night and put my fingers on Gav's back to that the Lord for blessing me with such an incredible man. Most people would run as far away as possible when faced with such an uncertain future and bumpy road ahead.
 
As I said above, I started my first chemo in April and Gav and I decided to book a love shoot with Meg Rowbotham from DELLA ROW PHOTOGRAPHY & DESIGN. We wanted to capture a few happy moments before I got too sick and lost too much hair, Meg was incredible and she helped us at such short notice.
 
On the way to our little shoot at my parent's farm in The Midlands, Meg got a little lost! Gav and I were dressed and ready so we went walking around the garden trying to find good photo spots. We went down into the indigenous bush along a little stream where there is a quaint little wooden bridge you can cross. My sister, Leigh, is a very talented photographer and she was following us around pointing out good spots and taking casual pictures. As we got to the bridge I put my arms around Gav and gave him a little love, all of a sudden he let me go and got down on one knee and he asked me to be Wife!  I was totally and utterly shocked and had NO idea it was coming, I  obviously said YES and was beaming like crazy! Such a HUGE surprise! Another special part was that Leigh had captured our entire engagement on camera - she was equally as shocked as me as she had no idea it would happen either!
 
 
 
 
 
Literally a few minutes later, Meg arrived ready to do our Love Shoot although it would now become our engagement shoot! Gav and I were both so excited that it was extremely hard to keep focused and pay attention - I think that may be the reason for all of the kissing pictures...



 
 








 




Thank you precious Meg for being so incredible and for helping us at such short notice, we love our relaxed, farmy pictures- you are a star!




                                                               
                                                                                     xxx
 

Sunday, December 7, 2014

Testin, testing, 123....

My Oncologist is Dr Shane Cullis, he really is such a warm and comforting person and he calms me down the minute I sit down in his office. I was referred to him by the Specialist that first discovered the Hodgkins and I truly am beyond grateful to have him looking after me!
 
I have all of my treatments done at Hopelands Cancer Centre in Pietermaritzburg even though I live in Durban, the PMB branch have the most fantastic team and every time I walk in I feel comfortable and so cared for. Everyone greets you by name despite having over 800 patients currently receiving treatment!
My first appointment was absolutely awful. I don't think the fact that I had cancer had really sunk in until that afternoon. Shane started off by explaining the disease and the high cure rate, which comforted me. but the side effects and risks where terrifying and I found myself in tears the whole way through the appointment. I was given SO many booklets and pages to go home and read, I felt completely overwhelmed! All I could think about was how I would cope with work and my routine..

At this stage it all still seemed so unreal and unbelievable to me. I felt like I was having a nightmare and couldn't wake up. Life can change so drastically in just one day. I realised that I had to try and come to terms with the fact that this was my reality for now and that I have to get through it and continue forward with the future that I had always envisioned for myself. I think that it is so unfair for anybody to ever have to go through this, but I have made a promise to myself to try and remain as strong as I can.

Shane explained that I would be receiving ABVD chemotherapy which would be administered intravenously once every two weeks, this would occur 12 times. Unfortunately I needed to undergo further tests to determine how far my cancer had spread before I could start my chemo- this is known as "staging". This process is different for each person but basically involves a lot of very invasive tests, the results are then analysed and the Doctors are able to assess how widespread the disease is. I obviously had a biopsy which tested positive for Hodgkin’s Lymphoma, I then had LOTS of blood tests, a PET scan and the dreaded Bone marrow biopsy.

PET (Positron Emission Tomography) Scan
A PET scan is similar to an MRI in many ways and basically shows a very clear image of the inside of your body and how well the tissues are working. Two days before the PET scan you are put on a special diet which is basically no carbs or sugar and maximum protein, you also have to drink close on four litres of water per day. The day of the scan you arrive at the lab, get dressed in a beautiful hospital gown and are sent to lie down in a TINY, freezing cold room. You are then injected with a very small amount of a radioactive drug, into your arm and have to hold very still. Every 20 minutes for an hour and a bit, you are given a glass of clear liquid to drink (it tastes horrendous- a cross between old water and metal). This liquid is a form of dye and highlights all of the metabolically active sites in your body and because cancer is highly metabolic- the cancer areas light up like fireworks on the scans. After you have finished the liquid you are hauled off to another room and you get yourself into position on the scanner, arms up and elbows to ears! The scan takes about 40 minutes to complete and you have to remain DEAD still to get accurate results. It is SO cold in that room and I generally get told to stop shivering over the speaker by the technician. I also always come out with deep, purple coloured lips! So far I have had 4 PET scans and the results have shown a drastic decrease in the size of the cancerous area. I will try and post pictures of the scan when I get them back from Shane.
 
 
Pet Scan
Please don’t read this next part if you are even remotely squimish...

Bone Marrow Biopsy

When I was first diagnosed, Shane strongly suggested that I do no reading on the internet as it is difficult to pull out the facts buried in the fiction. I mostly listened to him but sometimes my curiousity got the better of me and I found myself reading article after article. I don’t think any amount of reading could have prepared me for the bone marrow biopsy- I completely underestimated how truly horrific it would be. I arrived at the lab for my appointment with my support crew in tow (Mom, Dad and Gav) and was given a Dormicum to suck on by a nurse (Dormicum is supposed to put you in a state of sleep). After 20 minutes I still didn’t feel any different but the doctor wanted to get started so I was told to lie on my side with my back to them. The Doctor then injected local anaesthetic into the area around the back of my hip, a few stings and it was numb… or so I thought. My Mom was in the room with me and I was gripping onto her hand, she was a nurse so the medical side of things don’t worry her at all. The Doctor took another needle and injected the local even further down into my hip, he then took a long device (similar to what a meat thermometer looks like) and stuck it deep into my hip bone and I felt the most horrific pain and excruciating pressure. It felt like he was screwing a cork out of a wine bottle and the Nurse was pushing my legs down to hold me still. Finally it eased up and the needle was out, the Doctor then went into a spin and finally told me that he was so sorry but he had cut the marrow sample too short and he would need to go in again to get another sample... Devastated was an understatement.

So that day I had not one biopsy but two. 

The second time around was just as bad as the first and I never, ever want to go through that again. The Doctor told me that childbirth would be a dream for me one day after what I’d been through- I’m holding him to it.



This a is good diagram showing the bone marrow biopsy procedure

My Dad and Gav were out busy buying a drill while this was going on… how ironic.
 

 
Half the battle won is having a positive attitude. I can't tell you how proud I feel when people tell me how well I deal with having cancer and how optimistic, smiley and happy I seem. Sure, I have my bad days and teary moments but I am SO grateful to be ALIVE! I have a chance to survive and to thrive and I couldn't be happier. I have so many plans for my future and I choose to focus my energy on healing and not on thinking negatively.

 
 xxx
 
 
 

 
 

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Hitting the Bumpy Road


The purpose of my blog is to use it as a way to keep family and friends updated with my diagnosis and current battle against Hodgkin's Lymphoma, and also to help anyone else who might be in my shoes and feeling alone and scared of what lies ahead of them. I hope that those people can find some good information and answers to many of the same questions that I had. I have always considered myself to be a "healthy" person and would never have imagined that I could have something as life-changing as CANCER...especially at the age of 25.

Always follow your gut instinct...if this can happen to me, it can happen to anyone.
 
                                                 

At the end of February 2014, I noticed a small swelling in my neck- right between when my left and right collarbones met. It was about the size of a marble and I could feel it easily with my fingers. I was extremely busy at work and finding time to go to the Doctor was not on my list of priorities, it wasn't painful and I was feeling absolutely fine so it would just have to wait...

Within a few days (literally three) it had grown in size and I could see it in the mirror. I made an appointment with a GP who wasn't my family Doctor and after seeing her I was completely convinced that I has a thyroid problem as the swelling was exactly where my thyroid should have been situated. I had a quick blood test and rushed back to work to get back on track. I didn't think much about my lump as work was chaotic and as I said previously, it wasn't painful. In the days that followed I found it more and more difficult to swallow, it constantly felt like I had a pill stuck in my throat. My blood tests came back normal which was strange but I went for an ultrasound which revealed small nodules in my neck and after seeing a specialist, I was booked in for a Thyroidectomy (removal of the thyroid).

I celebrated my 25th birthday with my special family at The Oyster Box in Umhlanga, my thyroidectomy was scheduled for two days later. At the time, my biggest worry was the hideous scar that I would be left with on my neck.. I had ABSOLUTELY no idea what lay ahead.




                                            My last glass of champagne for a while!


 
Birthday girl
 
 
Special family tea
 
 

Those of you that know me will know that I have always been very active and have always lived a healthy lifestyle. When I was diagnosed I was running most mornings before work and was relatively fit, Gav (my incredible fiancĂ©) is a Biokineticist, so health and fitness play a big role in our lives, we are both non-smokers and are only occasional drinkers. We eat well and a cheat meal in our house consists of a wrap and smoothie from Kauai! The only unhealthy part of lives that we would say existed was work related stress. I was exactly the "ideal'' candidate for Cancer right?!

When the surgeon opened me up on the 10th of March 2014, my thyroid was actually pushed right to the back of my throat (causing that "stuck pill" feeling) and the marble sized lump was a mass of Lymphoma tissue. The operation was supposed to be a quick routine op lasting no longer than half an hour. I was under anaesthetic for 3.5 hours as the surgeon battled to remove the mass, it had attached itself to many nerves, ligaments and to my thyroid. The tissue was sent off to be tested and a few days later I was told that I had Hodgkin's Lymphoma - a form of lymph node cancer.
 
I often get asked what my symptoms were, I can honestly say that there were no symptoms other than the small lump in my neck. I was tired but that's what happens when you work in a fast paced, highly stressful industry, six days a week! These days every person you speak to is tired and stressed so I still wouldn't count these as "symptoms".
 
Hodgkin's Lymphoma is also known as Hodgkin's disease and is a type of lymphoma, a cancer that starts in white blood cells called lymphocytes. Lymphocytes are part of the immune system.
Because lymphoid tissue is in many parts of the body, Hodgkin disease can start almost anywhere. Most often it starts in lymph nodes in the upper part of the body - the most common sites are in the chest, in the neck, or under the arms. It spreads fairly quickly from lymph node to lymph node if left untreated and is a very aggressive form of cancer. I was diagnosed with Stage II Hodgkin's which means that the cancer has spread to two different sites - my neck and deep in my chest. I am so grateful that my little lump popped up in my neck as early as I did, the majority of patients only find lumps after the disease has run rampant through their bodies which is too late to treat effectively and often by then the option for total remission is non-existent. The most common age groups to be affected by Hodgkin's are 16 - 26 year olds and 75+ year olds, pity I just managed to squeeze in ;)




                                    A picture of my not-so-beautiful scar about a week post-op



And so began a tough little journey! I am now almost 9 months down the line and it definitely hasn't gotten any easier. Just taking it ''one hour at a time" -  as my special friend, Courtney, would say.






                                                               

                                                                             xxx