Celebrating a decade of fighting cancer and the transformation it started.

Today marks ten years since large B cell non-Hodgkin lymphoma forever changed my life.

On the afternoon of Wednesday, July 10, 2013, a chest X-ray revealed that I had a mass behind my heart, and all Hell broke loose. By Friday, I would have a diagnosis. The surgical biopsy I would have the week after would reveal that the mass was the size of a grapefruit. Three weeks later, I would finish my first of six five-day rounds of chemo.

I started this blog to update my friends and loved ones on my journey, and it developed into a part of my treatment and recovery. It was a form of catharsis for me and a means of support for others. I wanted this space to counter the plethora of negative, poor, and downright wrong information.

Most importantly for myself, it became a creative release that kept my hands and mind moving. That’s something I’ve since learned is critical for me to keep anxiety at bay so I can keep going.

Four years after, six years ago today, I used this space that I created to help me cope with my diagnosis to come out publicly. I had been living an out life for a while in NYC and became tired of wondering, does this person know? How will they react? So, I decided to end that and move forward. Here’s the opening of a letter I wrote a few weeks ago for my Town Democratic Committee newsletter to celebrate Pride Month:

If you told teenage me that I’d be back living in Milton, in the house my parents had built and where I was raised, flying a rainbow flag next to the garage, presenting the Town Board with a Pride flag last June in place of my friend Tim Lawton who donated it and had an emergency, calling out [a] notorious hater in the [local weekly newspaper] for the second consecutive year, ending up on the front page of that publication after being in the inside front cover the year before, and being quoted in the related articles, I wouldn’t have believed it. But, here we are.

Cancer isn’t something you ever get over. It’s not the flu. Someone once said it’s like a monster under the bed that you always think might attack. My chances of a recurrence of this type of lymphoma are practically zero. But, when I got lab results a few months ago showing a low white cell count, of course, my mind went to the monster under the bed. Even though I logically knew it was likely nothing, which it ended up being, it was a relief when the results of the repeated labs two weeks later came back normal.

On December 20, I’ll celebrate ten years in remission. In October, I’ll participate in my eleventh Light The Night event to raise money for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society. The generous donations of all who have given over the years have helped my team and me raise over $25,000 since 2013!

This evening, I raised a glass to ten years of battling large B cell non-Hodgkin lymphoma and the transformations that continue to come from it. Thank you for following and supporting me on this adventure. Cheers to the years ahead!