Last summer, Tony, my incredible hubs, got sick, really sick, spending five days in hospital and finding out that he had bladder cancer. They did a ‘scraping’ of his bladder wall followed by an MRI where it was discovered that the tumour had penetrated the bladder wall and infected his right kidney . . . fuck.
On October 12th Tony went to VGH and had his bladder removed (radical cystectomy), we were originally told that he would be losing his bladder AND his right kidney but when they were inside it was determined that his kidney could be saved with chemotherapy and targeted radiation, so they left it in there . . . SUPER YAY! Such a relief!
Tony has been home recovering from the surgery and adapting to his new normal . . . He has been a total champion and I am incredibly proud of him! He had been walking Otis and Clementine daily, as he got himself strong and mentally prepared for the next stage of his treatment.
Now as he’s in his third week of radiation (13/30) and chemotherapy (3/6), I discover that I have breast cancer . . . I always knew that there was a chance that I could get a second cancer, the first cancer, liposarcoma, is notorious for popping in for a second, third, or fourth act . . . Total. Fucking. Dick.
So here I am, acknowledging that cancer is attempting to claim me one piece (or two!) at a time, and a double mastectomy and other treatment(s) are knocking on my futures door, this is how I am choosing to respond . . .
“I AM HERE TO SLAY, MOTHER FUCKER AND THERE IS ZERO CHANCE OF YOU LEAVING HERE ALIVE!”
In my mind I sound just like ‘Jules Winnfield’ (Samuel L Jackson’s character in Pulp Fiction) and I’m shamelessly going to steal that vibe for the duration of this battle . . .
Tony and I will be cancer conquerors together . . . not the bonding experience I ever thought we would have and never would have wanted, but I’m comforted knowing that we have each other and we will remain optimistic . . . it’s how we roll . . .
Life, sometimes it isn’t funny at all . . . but that doesn’t make tomorrow any less precious or beautiful . . . ❤️ xox
but still . . . #FUCKCANCER
Tony’s Medical EI ended after 15 week and he’s still got at least 8 more weeks to go and now with me sick also, we are drowning . . . I’m not good at asking for help but it’s become quite clear that we won’t make it otherwise . . .
Thank you so much ❤️ xox