I don’t know where I’m going to put my boobs. They’re one of the few physical assets I feel comfortable rocking- as an extra-thick woman in her 40s- to draw the appropriate amount of attention to me.
She nodded as she showed me the stack of papers. “Yes, this is lymphoma”. She was saying something else, and I saw her lips moving. I could hear myself answering. Inside I was thinking “this is what it’s like to be aware that you’re in shock.”
So all joking aside, I couldn’t think of how to break this news and nothing I found on Google really satisfied me.
I haven’t been able to say it out loud yet “I have cancer.” I say that I have Lymphoma.
Lymphoma’s actually not an ugly word. Might even be described as pleasant if one had no idea what it was. It’s certainly less terrifying than what it is.