“Non-Hodgkin’s Lymphoma”

he said.

Primary mediastinal b cell to be exact.

My Dad had just died from mantel cell NHL and as one of my doctors' told me “we haven’t learned how to hit that one out of the ball park yet, but yours is curable.”

So my journey began:

Doctors;

Hospitals;

Biopsy;

Bone marrow draws (not fun!);

Chemo;

Steroids (horrible!);

No hair;

Weakness; and

Nausea.

And in the midst of it all my ex-husband moves into my house to help me and our kids out.

He felt it was the right thing to do and at first I agreed.....

then I asked him to leave.