I am never able to use the changing of seasons as metaphor for the changes in my life.
For a simple reason really: More than it being a trite cliché, I’ve never been outside the Philippines in my 29 years of being alive.
I have never seen firsthand the leaves switching color palettes every quarter until they wilt and fall to the ground. I have never seen trees go into hibernation, be covered in snow, and then watch them come back to life.
In the Philippines, we go from heat wave to rain deluge in the span of one day—and this, if anything, best describes my temperament more than the changes in my life.
But I digress.
Continue reading Being Normal Is Overrated
I was diagnosed of Hodgkins Lymphoma in September 2013.
Officially in remission, September 2016.
Actually, I ended my radiation therapy in December 2015, so technically, I’ve been relatively free for quite some time now.
But I had my post-treatment CT scan last August, the photo of which is above, and I needed my oncologist to say the word “remission”.
That day was the first of September 2016. And like I said on my Facebook account, I need that date tattooed on me.
Huge HUGE weight off my shoulders.
The blog posts from this point forward are all going to be new. Hopefully, I’ll be able to write more about my cancer journey as I look at it in retrospect.
[First published on July 16, 2014]
Often, it is our own stories we find hard to write. Not because we lack the words, but because the words are not enough to describe the intensity of living every second in that situation. But in my attempt to chronicle the hell-paved road I have ahead of me, I will try.
It started with a persistent cough.
Continue reading When Death Calls