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Five years

I was going to write a longer post about this but after several paragraphs I had barely scratched the surface and honestly I’m not sure I really want to relive that much of the experience anyway, so here’s an abridged version:

To put it simply, it was very hard. It is still hard sometimes and it probably always will be. Since I never had any symptoms to begin with it has been difficult to fully believe that I am “cured”, which isn’t really what remission means anyway. There’s just no evidence of disease left.

Whenever I have a new mystery symptom my first thought is inevitably “is this cancer”? Nevertheless, five years is a statistically meaningful milestone, and I have already lived much longer than I thought I was going to per my initial, fortunately inaccurate diagnosis. I am so, so grateful to be alive.

Thank you to the nurses, doctors, and other medical staff who treated me, to my friends, family, and coworkers who supported me, and of course to Medicaid for allowing me to go through treatment at home.

I wouldn't be here without you.