“If you want a happy ending, that depends, of course, on where you stop your story.”
Orson Welles
director, actor and producer
Honestly, this blog is supposed to be funny, but sometimes it’s hard to get there.
I am a cancer survivor. You cannot imagine how good it feels to write that. This blog was established to help me document my journey, process my experiences and, ultimately, inch away from thinking of myself as a cancer patient and towards being a mindful, peaceful and accepting (that’s a tough one!) creature on this Earth. Be warned, some of my posts are self-indulgent and unnecessarily wordy; I have much respect for anyone willing to slog through them.
Right now, this blog is anonymous: I need to stumble through my feelings, complain when I feel like it and be blunt when necessary — and I need a safe space to do it without fear of judgmental glances. While my goal is to keep this light-hearted, I realize that I have the pleasure of being a survivor and chuckling about my cancer experience; there are many who are not granted that opportunity. Writing this blog is a privilege.
Cancer sucks. It’s an indiscriminate spectre that has haunted the lives of practically everyone at some point, whether relatives, friends or ourselves. For me, cancer cannot pass into faded memory quickly enough, but at the same time, I am infernally curious about the disease and how it has changed me.
So here are my facts:
In early 2017, I was diagnosed with triple-positive (estrogen+, progesterone+ and HER2+) breast cancer. The lump was 1.6cm in diameter, removed at the end of March, along with three sentinel lymph nodes that were revealed to be unaffected. Chemotherapy (Taxotere & carboplatin) started a month later and lasted the entire summer, 6 hefty courses, one every three weeks; adjuvant therapy (Herceptin, a monoclonal antibody) also started at this time, but went for 17 courses, ending in April 2018. Daily radiation treatment lasted six weeks through autumn of 2017. A 3-D mammogram in February 2018 showed nothing, in a good way. That marked my first year without the tumor.
I wish I’d been able to write in 2017, but my head wasn’t there. I was not processing, I was existing and enduring. After my final Herceptin infusion, my port was removed and I turned around to see what had happened. It took several months of writing before I tossed out my first post in September 2018, privately at first, and then, “Hello, world!”
It’s going to be a bumpy, unpolished ride. Bear with me.
Frantic Shanti 
I’m with you. I wrote posts after most of it was over. It’s therapeutic. . Everything I encountered was new to me and the unknown adds more fear. So, I thought if I shared my journey it might help someone else.
I noticed we both had TCH. I’m finishing Tamoxifen soon.
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Congratulations on being close to finishing! 🥳 💕 Thanks so much for your lovely comment and I wish you decades of joy as you leave cancer behind you. ☺️🙏🤗
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I started writing for some of the same reasons. Cancer. Diagnosed in 2017, triple negative that has come back six times. I struggled to accept the life that I now live. And now I write – journal writing and blog writing. All to help me in moving forward.
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Dear Anjj, I follow your blog and it is excellent! You have been through so much and your words are so valuable. I’ve held my breath after some of your posts and not exhaled until the following one, and I’ve mentioned your story to others more than once. Take care and I’m awaiting your next entry. ❤
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That means more than you know. Thank you so much ❤️
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