Well here we are again. Today is February 24th and on this date in 2006, I received my official diagnosis of chronic lymphocytic leukemia. The week between February 17th and February 24th of 2006 was the week from hell; riddled with anxiety, anticipation, and fear of the unknown. During that week I was poked, prodded, scanned, and biopsied. And then in the afternoon of the 24th my new best friend, Dr. Stephen Shore, handed me my gift.
While I may not have looked at the diagnosis as a gift immediately, it didn’t take too long for me to come to that realization. Since 2006, I have been able to make some amazing connections, meet some extraordinary people, and work with a couple of class organizations as we all band together in the fight against blood cancers. And it’s for those reasons that I look at this diagnosis as a gift.
I also realize that my diagnosis date is not as significant as my date of remission, but it certainly is a date that stands out as having an impact on me. As many of you know, I started chemotherapy treatments almost immediately and reached remission within a couple of months.
When cancer first met me, I think it had an entirely different agenda and plan. But cancer is stupid, and it misjudged my character, my resolve, and the support within my inner circle. So now I stand proudly on top of a heap of broken, battered, bruised, and lifeless cancer cells and from time to time I glance down at the pile and with a warrior glare simply ask, “any questions?”
To all warriors, I remind you that we stand tall and we stand united. And to the warriors who have lost their battles, and to their families, I remind you that you will never be forgotten and we will continue to push on in honor of all who have battled.
Happy FC day.