The diagnosis
You look like a new person- hi there! Thanks for reading. This site is where I vent about having an invisible disability as well as cancer. Please consider sharing this post because it’s really helpful in my shift to a writing career. Welcome back! Please tell share this post or consider buying me a cup of coffee because it will help me continue to pay bills while I shift to a part time writing career.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.” I’d seen my labs. I’d Googled the shit out of my white blood cell counts, my lymphocyte levels. I had come to the conclusion that I either had CLL or SLL. I even had a running joke with myself that since this fatigue had a more serious cause than the chronic pain I was in, maybe a cancer diagnosis was enough to keep my relatives off my back, and their “helpful” suggestions to themselves. But the feeling of knowing your body was making something that could hurt or kill you? I’d had that feeling before. And it wasn’t a pleasant one. “… take your blood for some additional lab work. I’m a bit concerned that your condition might be more aggressive than we have the resources to treat here. If