Sixteen Years a Survivor!
In my last post, I’d just been hospitalized for emergency transfusions only hours after being diagnosed with lymphoma.
Being hospitalized is its own crushing experience. If you’ve been there, and I’ll bet you have, you know about how your identity is smudged and blurred the moment your step into a hospital room. The first thing is the gown.Read More
In 2005, I woke one morning with what I thought—courtesy of Google—was a minor kidney infection. All I needed was a bottle of antibiotics and I’d be fine. Twenty minutes after entering my doctor’s office, she told me I had Stage 4 lymphoma. Blood work revealed a hemoglobin level so low that a heart attack…Read More
My memoir, Blood Brother, was accepted for publication this past spring. The tag line of the book: To survive, I had to find a brother who hadn’t been seen in thirty years. I was desperately sick and needed a bone marrow transplant from someone who had vanished. But this blog is also about you and…Read More