One day I met a man named George who was waiting for a kidney transplant. I offered to get tested and I matched. While I sit in Orillia fighting cancer, my right kidney is working at a summer camp for kids with kidney disease.
One day my husband was not permitted to donate blood and urged to make a doctors appointment. He was diagnosed with Chronic Myeloid Leukemia and his body had stopped producing red blood cells. He is responding well to the drugs and now leads a fairly typical life of a dad with a full time job.
One day I went to the clinic because I thought I had a bruise or cyst on my right breast from wrestling with my four year old. Two days later I was diagnosed with Stage III Invasive Breast cancer, with 2 tumors in my right breast and at least 3 lymph nodes. Two weeks later I was recovering from a mastectomy and partial lymph node removal and preparing for 8 chemotherapy treatments and 5 weeks of radiation.