Navigating Cancer: From Diagnosis to Resilience
Navigating the Big ‘C’: When the Vision for My Future Shifted
This story is adapted from a pivotal chapter in my book, I Should Be F’n Dead!, where I share the raw reality of facing a life-threatening diagnosis just as my future was finally beginning to look bright.
In late 2014, life felt like it was finally clicking into place. My boyfriend, Aaron, the same man I had tried to push away years earlier to spare him from my health battles, was right by my side. We had survived my kidney transplant together, and we were celebrating a massive milestone: placing a deposit on land to build our first home.
I had a clear vision for my 20s. It wasn't about high-powered career ladders; it was about family. I wanted to get married, have children, and spend my days taking care of people.
With my new kidney performing perfectly and my health stabilized, I felt ready to invest in my physical strength. I joined a ladies-only gym, finding a personal trainer named Linda who, by some miracle, was also a kidney transplant recipient.
But just as I started to feel strong, my body sent a new, terrifying signal.
The Pain That Wouldn't Listen
It started as a dull ache in my left knee. At first, we assumed it was just a standard exercise injury. But as weeks passed, the "minor injury" turned into a nightmare. I was visiting emergency rooms, physiotherapists, and specialists, only to be told repeatedly that nothing was wrong.
The reality was far different:
Insomnia from Agony: I couldn't sleep lying down because the pain became unbearable the moment I was horizontal.
Functional Decline: I was existing on a few hours of sleep, sitting upright, and losing my ability to walk.
Urgent Investigation: It wasn't until my private nephrologist ordered an urgent MRI that we found the truth: there were lesions appearing throughout my body.
The Silence of the Diagnosis
On March 11, 2015, I sat in a hospital room and heard the words: “You have Stage 3 Large Diffuse B Cell Non-Hodgkin’s Lymphoma”.
The "knee pain" was actually a tumour in my lower back pressing against a nerve. At that moment, my brain went into a strange sort of freeze. I didn't cry. I didn't scream. My survival instinct, that famous "fight or flight" response, kicked in instantly. I looked at the doctor and simply asked, "Okay, how do we treat it?"
Suddenly, I found myself in the position of being the "rock" for my parents. While they were distraught, I was busy convincing them (and myself) that everything would be okay. I was twenty-two years old and about to start a brutal regimen of R-CHOP chemotherapy.
Reclaiming Identity Amidst Chemotherapy
While the list of potential side effects for chemo was long and terrifying, the one that hit me the hardest was the prospect of losing my hair. It sounds shallow when you're fighting for your life, but for me, hair was my identity. I didn't want to be "the girl with cancer".
As clumps of my long, thick brown hair began to fall out after the first round, I decided to take control:
The Choice: I didn't wait for it to all disappear.
Reinventing the Look: I got a wig, choosing a blonde style because I figured if I had to go through this, I might as well finally see if blondes have more fun.
My Terms: I had my auntie shave my head on my own terms. If I was going to lose myself, I was going to do it my way.
The Power of Choosing to Live
The middle of 2015 was a blur of PET scans, waiting rooms, and the "cancer dog" we adopted, a Blue Heeler named Skye, who became my constant companion.
The hardest part wasn't the needles or the sickness, it was the waiting. Waiting to see if the radioactive isotopes would show that the tumours were shrinking. Waiting to see if I would actually have a future in the house Aaron and I were still building.
By August 2015, the news finally came: Remission.
I truly believe that my mindset was the deciding factor. I refused to let my mind dwell on the tumours. Every day, I told myself I would survive. I had to. Because, as the title of my book says, despite everything, I shouldn't be here, but I am.
Take the Next Step in Your Journey
If you are currently navigating a difficult diagnosis or feeling like your vision for the future has been sidelined, you don't have to walk that path alone.
Read the full journey: Explore my book: I Should Be F’N Dead
Navigate the uncertainty: Explore my course: How to React to a Medical Diagnosis
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