Medical expenses for Derek and Amanda Ferguson
Donation protected
Recently, I was diagnosed Hodgkin's Lymphoma. I am "lucky" in the sense that I am 22 and its early. I have one spot the size of an egg in my chest and that's it. In the last 24 hours, Derek and I had to make some difficult decisions regarding my treatment and my reproductive health. 2 hours. We had 2 hours to decide if we wanted children. My oncologist specializes in blood cancers and he has 100% faith this will be "one and done". Unfortunately, chemotherapy is rough and thats the route I will be heading. It is unclear as to how many treatments I will get and radiation is still a possibility. We are expecting a 6 month treatment plan so you can probably count us out for the next 6 months.
I have known that this was a serious possibility since Christmas. I did not fear the outcome. I do not fear the treatment. I simply fear the unknown of my livelihood. At the end of the day, I am still a wife, a step mom, a daughter, a sister and a friend. It absolutely kills me knowing that I cannot be all of those things at once during this time. Knowing that I caused so many tears absolutely shatters my heart. I know I should focus on myself but that's something that is really unfamiliar to me and I just don't know how.
I never imagined I would be the one posting on the internet that I had cancer. I can't even say it out loud. It just feels wrong coming out of my mouth.
As of Friday, I will be sporting my trendy port. It will be my lifeline for quite sometime. If Derek didn't get sick in December, we would have never found this. The Lord works in mysterious ways and we'll just leave it at that.
Please understand this is not the way I wanted to tell the world. I didn't even want to admit it to myself but this is my new reality. This is my life now. I am recovering slowly from my procedure last Friday. My lung had to be deflated and I have more needle pokes than you want to know. My muscles are sore from being mutilated and having a chest tube underneath. I have a lot of bruises around my my pokes and incisions.
I am going to be ok. I am one tough, stubborn pain in the ass and you're all stuck with me.
I have known that this was a serious possibility since Christmas. I did not fear the outcome. I do not fear the treatment. I simply fear the unknown of my livelihood. At the end of the day, I am still a wife, a step mom, a daughter, a sister and a friend. It absolutely kills me knowing that I cannot be all of those things at once during this time. Knowing that I caused so many tears absolutely shatters my heart. I know I should focus on myself but that's something that is really unfamiliar to me and I just don't know how.
I never imagined I would be the one posting on the internet that I had cancer. I can't even say it out loud. It just feels wrong coming out of my mouth.
As of Friday, I will be sporting my trendy port. It will be my lifeline for quite sometime. If Derek didn't get sick in December, we would have never found this. The Lord works in mysterious ways and we'll just leave it at that.
Please understand this is not the way I wanted to tell the world. I didn't even want to admit it to myself but this is my new reality. This is my life now. I am recovering slowly from my procedure last Friday. My lung had to be deflated and I have more needle pokes than you want to know. My muscles are sore from being mutilated and having a chest tube underneath. I have a lot of bruises around my my pokes and incisions.
I am going to be ok. I am one tough, stubborn pain in the ass and you're all stuck with me.
Organizer
Caroline Ferguson
Organizer
Marion, SD
