Supporter: Brain Tumor
I am a Supporter
Hi everyone! I help manage the community here at IHadCancer, which means I help work behind the scenes to connect users to one another, interact with you, and generally help keep things sailing smoothly. I've been working here since August 2015 (I'll ask you to do the math) and every day I come into work I read experiences from this community that humble and inspire me.
A little backstory about me and cancer--my nana was diagnosed with breast cancer back in the 70s, when having a questionable biopsy from a mammogram meant the doctor had the authority to perform a mastectomy without the patient's consent. She didn't ever mention it, and years of sarcasm, laughter, and authentic Irish Soda Bread later, she unfortunately passed away from liver cancer.
My uncle was also recently diagnosed with both liver and lung cancer, but if I know anyone who can battle cancer, it's that guy. I pray every day for his continued strength and health.
Most recently, it was discovered that my father had a meningioma tumor in his frontal lobe after suffering from a severe seizure this June. The offending 6cm x 2cm tumor was removed by an excellent surgeon via craniotomy and he's getting back on his own two feet slowly but surely. I'll take any advice for him wherever I find it !
If you're interesting in talking to someone with a specific special something in common with you, shoot me some mail at Angela@IHadCancer.com, or just drop me a line to say hello!
Hi everyone! I help manage the community here at IHadCancer, which means I help work behind the scenes to connect users to one another, interact with you, and generally help keep things sailing smoothly. I've been working here since August 2015 (I'll ask you to do the math) and... [Read More]
Stage of Treatment
Finished treatment less than 5 years ago
IHC Blog Posts (3)
My First JournalOctober 17th, 2016
One thing I can't get out of my head is what the nurse said when I asked how we can make my grandpa better. Her body language was casual, becoming caricature-ish with a slump and a wry, knowing smile. "Oh honey, he's not." She continued talking about how the quality of his life was declining, how he didn't have that many years left anyway, and on and on and I was sitting there with my world rocked and trying not to show it. He just went from being sick to being dead. The image of our future together vanished. There was just an empty space there now, and I could feel its permanence growing.
And the worst part was that he was still there, lying in the bed and it felt like I was seeing him in the past already.