My Cancer Story: Bone Marrow Biopsies and Lumbar Punctures

I know I said on my earlier post that the next one would be about chemotherapy, but that is going to be my next one. This one I am going to discuss a bone marrow biopsy and a spinal tap so that when those stories come up in the future you will know more about the process.

Neither one of these procedures are fun and even thinking about them makes me cringe a little bit, but they are important to know about since it is all part of my story.

Before they start the chemo the doctors not only had to do a bone marrow biopsy, which they needed for finding out more information on the type of cancer and how many blast cells were in my system, but they also had to do a spinal tap to make sure that the leukemia was not in my spinal fluid.

What are blast cells? Blasts are the cancer cells and they do not carry any oxygen, which is why I had that severe pain in my leg, because blast cells were gathering in that area making it difficult for the good blood cells to get by and provide oxygen to the area.

One of the worst procedures I had to endure several times throughout the years was a bone marrow biopsy. Imagine a corkscrew being twisted into your hip bone. Did you just wince a little bit at the thought? It is OK, I did too. However, that is basically what a bone marrow biopsy is

A bone marrow biopsy (BMB) is exactly what it sounds like. Usually the bone marrow is collected in the hip bone, but can also be taken from other areas as well. This is not a pleasant procdure, and neither is the spinal tap for that matter. However, if I had to choose one over the other I would totally go for the spinal tap. Soon you will understand a little bit more about why. In order for the doctors to get a biopsy of the bone marrow I had to lay flat on my stomach (because they obtained my biopsy through my hip bone) and the doctor would numb my skin first, as well as the path the needle would pass through. After numbing that area they would tap the hip bone with the same needle to numb it as much as possible in an effort to reduce the pain. When the skin was numb they took another needle that was hallow, which I referred to as the "corkscrew"because this would take a sample of the bone marrow by the doctor putting a lot of pressure down on my hip bone and twisting the needle into the bone in a similar fashion as twisting a corkscrew into the cork of a wine bottle. The doctors are then able to use the sample of the bone within the hallow needle and allows for the next step. Now the hallow needle allows for the doctors to aspirate some of the bone marrow, which is really really painful since there is no way to numb that process. The sharp pain would shoot straight through my body, but fortunately the pain generally subsided after they were finished sucking out some of the liquid. Thank goodness the doctors administered a small dose of medication that helped relax me before beginning this lovely process.

Now onto another delightful procedure, a lumbar puncture, otherwise known as a spinal tap. A spinal tap, in my opinion, is not as painful as a bone marrow biopsy. There are a couple different ways of positioning oneself for this procedure and it usually depends on which position the doctor is more comfortable performing the tap. I tried all of them and there really is not a difference for the patient. For all of them you are basically positioning yourself in the fetus position. Then the skin is numbed and the path that the needle will travel, and the spinal needle (a very long ass needle) is inserted between the lumbar vertebrae and is pushed in until the doctor feels two pops. After the second pop the stylet from the needle is removed, which allows spinal fluid (cerebrospinal fluid - CPS) to drop and be collected into a vial. After this procedure is finished I had to lay on my back for a minimum of 30 minutes so the fluid could build back up and reduce the chance of a spinal headache or migraine occurring, which is one of the side effects. The spinal fluid is checked for leukemia cells, which would require chemo to be administered directly into the spin. Fortunately for me there were no signs of leukemia cells in my spinal fluid.

I also consider myself really lucky that I was out of it for these two procedures the first time. However, I did not know at that time just how many of each I would still have to do in the future. I had a total of 8 bone marrow biopsies and 6 spinal taps done throughout the years. Some of them were better than others, but I had a really really bad experience with both the spinal tap and bone marrow biopsy, which you will of course learn more about in future posts.

Both of these procedures contribute to the next phase. They help the doctors determine what types of drugs they should use for the chemotherapy cocktail and they help stage the cancer and the specific type. All very exciting stuff. :)

Lotza love!

Life After Cancer: Follow-up On Previous Post

One of my readers left a wonderful comment on my last post, which got me to think about things slightly differently.

Life is adventurous, and if I would not have had cancer I would not be where I am today and I wouldn't change that for the world. I have been blessed to be able to do some really awesome things, such as travel to Paris, London, see the beaches of Normandy, and I traveled all over Morocco. These were things I only dreamed of doing all those days I was stuck in a hospital room. Sure enough, after getting better I decided to make them a reality. I cannot honestly say that I would have ever gone overseas (except for Paris since I have wanted to go there since I was in high school) if it was not for cancer.

I guess it is all about how one looks at something. It is better to be optimistic and think of all the different things still available rather than focusing on the few things that are no longer possible. This is something that I have been really trying to focus on whenever I start to get upset or sad about not being able to participate in soccer events or join my mom on a horse ride, or even when I think about my future and not being able to be a nurse. However, sometimes you just need to be able to say that life sucks, as long as you let it only be true for a few moments at a time rather than allowing it to consume you.

I may not be able to be a nurse for a career anymore, but I am able to do something else that involves doing something that I live for everyday, helping other people in need. This I am able to do in a variety of ways, I just have to discover all those different opportunities. This is the adventure I am on now and who knows what path it will bring me down.

Shout out to g Vijayank for the wonderful comment on the last post. I hope you and everyone else continues to read and enjoy my blog.

As always, questions and  comments are always welcome.

Lotza love!

Life After Cancer: Losing A Part of Yourself

I read a blog today that got me thinking even more about something. The blog was about losing a body part to cancer and accepting that fact. It was really interesting. But it got me thinking about a different loss.

What if you lose something that makes you feel like yourself?

What could that be? What would it be for you, the reader?

One of the hardest things I have had to deal with after having cancer was changing a lot of the things that I did before cancer. These are the things that I felt contributed to who I was/am. Now, how is this more important that a body part? For starters, losing a body part and losing a part of what makes you feel like yourself area two different things in my mind. Of course it is terrible losing a leg or a breast to cancer, I am not saying that this is easy and I really wish no one had to worry about losing something, but medicine has come a long way in being able to reconstruct some of the parts that can be lost. The only body part I lost from cancer was my ability to have children because of all the radiation and chemotherapy that I endured, as well as being put into early menopause at the age of 19. I am not exactly sure why this happened, but for some reason the doctors did not think about the consequences of a female not having any platelets in her body to help prevent her from bleeding to death when her monthly cycle comes around. Due to that oversight, and me not knowing that could have ever happened and thus never thought about it, the doctors did everything they could to stop the bleeding and as a preventative measure decided that menopause was a good alternative. I would have to agree, but with menopause comes a bunch of other things that a 19 year old gal should not have to worry about. Luckily for me I was able to do hormone replacement therapy for a while to help with some of the heat and cold flashes. At the time I was not really worried about my prospects of having kids because I never wanted any. However, your mind changes when you get older and then get married. Now I wish I could have children, but even if I was able to still conceive children my body would not be able to handle the stress that comes with being pregnant. So, I am rather glad that I can save that money that would have otherwise been spent buying tampons on something that is so much more fun to buy. However, for all my lady friends that come over I generally keep a box on hand just for you just in case.  ;)

So what was it that I lost that made me feel myself?

There are a few things that I have done since I was really young. Riding horses, hiking, playing soccer, and bike riding. You may think these are weird things to have lost due to cancer but for me these are the things that I love and still love today, I just cannot enjoy them like before.

For those who do not know me and have not read other parts of my blog, I had a stem cell transplant in 2005 for Acute Myelogenous Leukemia. The transplant was a success, but it came with many complications. One of which was an attack from my new immune system on my heart and lungs leaving me with a very rare heart and lung disease called Pulmonary Veno-Occlusive Disease. This means that it is harder for my lungs to fill with oxygen and my heart has to work harder to pump oxygenated blood throughout my body. This makes any physical activity hard because I get short of breath easily. Because of that it is almost impossible for me to play soccer, the only sport I enjoy playing, and it is really hard for me to enjoy biking and hiking. Luckily I can still bike a little bit and hike small, semi flat areas, but I really enjoy long non-flat areas, and the same is with biking. It may be silly to miss these things and you may be thinking, well at least you can bike and hike a little bit, and you are right. But, these are things we did every day and all summer long while I was growing up so it is hard to let go of that (and I am not saying that this is harder than losing a leg or a breast or any other body part, this is just another take on losing something to cancer).  You would think after six years I would be over this and just accept that it is something that I just will not be able to do, but I cannot. I am hoping that at some point in time there will be an advancement in medicine that will make these things possible for me again. Is that too much to ask?

The other thing that I have not been able to do for several years now is ride horse. Apparently, after going through menopause your bone density decreases and makes your bones more brittle so they break easier. However, the amount of time between starting menopause and getting to the point where one's bones are weak enough to break easily was unknown. Thus, no one thought to put me on bone strengtheners to help prevent easy breaks. So, after my childhood horse passed away and I got on a new one who, for some reason, spoked at something unknown, I found out just how strong my bones were not. When my horse spoked and jumped I went about an inch up out of the saddle and when I hit the saddle again I broke my pubic bone, which caused a great deal of pain and caused the horse to spoke some more and I hit the saddle horn and broke another part of my pubic bone and then slide off the back side of her and onto the ground. Once I hit the ground I broke my elbow and another area of my pubic bone. Thus, ever since then no one, meaning my mom, will let me ride horse until my bones are strong enough and even then she is not sure she really wants to chance it. Riding horse was a connection that Mom and I had that I loved. Almost every weekend we would pack up the trailer and go camping and trail riding.

Now every summer when Mom packs up for a weekend or longer of trail riding I get very jealous and sad that I cannot go with her. As if losing my horse was not hard enough, I also lost being able to do my favorite thing in the world.

How do you get over giving up things like these that you spent your life doing before you had cancer? Does that feeling of loss ever go away? Should these things be a part of who I am? Am I crazy for letting them be me?

How would you feel if you were no longer able to do just one of your favorite things?

I may have the rest of my life to find something to fill the voids of these things I can no longer do and I am grateful for that, but I have yet to find anything to fill in the holes, yet. But, I am open to any new adventure that comes my way and thanks to the advancements done by research to treat cancer, I have that luxury at least.

Lotza Love!


  

My Cancer Story: Waking Up to A Surprise

I am not exactly sure on the time frame from when I was listening to that amazing Irish accent to the next thing I remember. I am pretty sure that my pain was being well treated because when I woke up and was clear minded enough to know I was awake and could thus remember a little bit about what was going on. I was slightly confused. Alright, so I was really confused. Upon waking up I noticed some discomfort in my chest on the right side of my body so of course I had to know what that feeling was. Since I would need something that could be accessed regularly for chemotherapy and frequent blood draws, which I was really excited about because I hate needles and having to get poked everyday would really suck!), I had a Hickman catheter inserted into my chest.

What is a Hickman catheter? Well I shall tell you and if you find it hard to understand just google it for a visual image :) A Hickman is a catheter that is inserted into the jugular vein in the neck and goes toward the heart, and then the other end is threaded over the clavicle bone, then exists in the right upper chest area. Mine had two tubes that split from that one catheter but there can also be three tubes. Well, why don't I just see if I can post a picture for you so that you get a better idea of what it is. 

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Voila!!

This catheter makes it a little safer to administer the large doses of chemotherapy because chemo is deadly if it leaves your bloodstream. It is a poison after all. 

So that was a pleasant surprise to wake up to, except that someone neglected to tell me that when those lab people come into your room at the wee early hours of the morning, usually when you have finally fallen asleep, they cannot actually use that port to draw blood. Only nurses can do that. So every morning I ended up getting stuck with a needle to get my blood drawn. My excitement for having that nifty little catheter dissipated after learning that harsh reality. I may have been a little bitter because of those needle sticks but in all honesty I usually ended up with a phlebotomist who could never just stick me once. So, I believe I had that right. 

The next thing I knew, this hoard of people in white coats came galavanting into my room. It is my team of doctors, for this rotation anyways. So, I got to be introduced to a whole bunch of medical students and other types and what nots, only so that I could be introduced to a whole new group in a couple of days since I arrived close to the end of the rotation period. There was a new rotation every month, but after so many rotations it would start all over so those from the first cycle came back around.  These people had the nerve to always come into my roam like a herd of elephants just as I was falling back into a wonderful sleep after being stabbed by the phlebotomist, seriously that is what some of them did, they took that needle and stabbed it into my arm, and if they didn't hit a vein they pulled the needle just far enough out so that it did not leave the skin so they could angle that little sucker in another directs to stab it again until they found what they were fishing for. 

Through time these doctors and med students grew on me. Some of them I came to like, some not so much, and others I just could not understand what they were saying.

The downside to being in a place where the doctors constantly change is that I did not feel like I had a doctor that was fully invested even though I was assured that I did. I just felt like I barely ever saw him. But for someone who takes a while to warm up to others it was hard not having the same doctor to discuss stuff with day after day. The upside to the rotation was that if there was a doctor that was not my favorite I knew he or she would be gone within a month anyways :)

My oncologist was quite the character. He kind of reminded me of a cross between Santa and Professor Dumbledore (the original Dumbledore) from the Harry Potter series. He had this really long grey silvery beard that matched the color of his hair, which was always pulled back into a ponytail that reached down to his lower back. Just upon looking at him that first night I was at Fairview I knew this man would be a very interesting and probably a fun doctor to have.

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Throughout the years Mom and I got to know this Dr. Hammerschimdt (a.k.a. The Hammer) better. And boy was he interesting, my favorite type of person.

This picture is Dr. Hammerschidt in his velomobile, which he took everywhere. You can see how my vision of him as Santa really was not far off. :) This was one of the first things he tried explaining to me about his life outside of work. It was hard to picture until one day when Mom and I were walking about and saw it parked by the bicycles next to the building. But it is not a bike and if you refer to it as one The Hammer will correct your rather quickly.
What is that weird contraption he is driving? That is a velomobile. It is kind of like an enclosed tricycle but in reverse?. It has 3 wheels, 2 in the front and one in the back, where as a trike as 1 wheel in the front and two in the back. It is all powered by one's own legs.  This was the second thing that led me to believe that this guy was going to be a fun doctor to have.

Because there are many things that I do not remember during some of these posts, such as the last one, my mom has expressed that she would like to corroborate with me in filling in some blank areas so that sometimes I can have a post that fills in some of those unknown areas and clear up some things that I am a little fuzzy on.

Topic for the next post: Chemotherapy. Oh the joy.

My Cancer Story: Finding Out I had Cancer

The question most people ask me is how I found out I had cancer. I have two answers for that; the first time and the second time are two very different stories. But we shall start with the first time and work our way to the second.

It was 2003, I had just graduated from high school and was in my first year of attending a local technical college for graphic design that was close to home so I could save money by living with the parents and keeping my job at the grocery store in my hometown. There were two things I wanted to do with my life and that was art and nursing so my plan was to learn more techniques and processes to build up my art skills and then go to nursing school, which could help pay for my art hobby since it is expensive. That way I could do the two things in life that I really cared about: art and helping people. I was really looking forward to this point in time because it meant meeting new people and creating new friendships. For most young adults it meant getting a life of their own and gaining freedom and independence from their parents.

Everything was going great! I loved my classes and my instructors. I had a group of crazy awesome friends and I was working all the time and always on the run.

Since I was always running it never occurred to me that there might be a reason to why I was always so exhausted - I contributed it to working almost full-time and being a full-time student - and why I kept getting huge mouth sores when I previously never had them before. This was all an after thought.

It was October, a couple months into my first semester and I had not been feeling too wonderful for a couple days so I had decided to stay home and miss my classes that day, which also happened to be my day off from work, so I spent my day resting and lounging around the house. The next day I was feeling so much better and I had all this energy that I used to catch up on what I missed the day before. I kind of got the feeling that my instructors felt like I had just skipped the day before because of the energy that I had, but that really wasn't the case. I'm a weird person and I don't like skipping class. I mean, I have to pay for that even if I'm not there so why not go?

The next morning when I woke up and stood up out of bed I noticed that there was this slight pain in my hip and upper thigh area. It wasn't too bad at first so I figured I had slept weird and it would go away. As I started getting ready for my day, getting ready for classes and then making sure I had everything with me for work after class, the pain gradually increased. At this point it still wasn't too bad so I hoped in my car and drove to school. Once I arrived at school I noticed the pain to be elevated even more but what does one do with this type of pain? I went to my first set of classes and during our little lunch break that we got I was telling some of my friends about the pain because we had to go up and down stairs to get from our classrooms to the cafeteria area and I was having a really hard time because my leg hurt so much. They kept telling me that I should go to the school nurse and see what it could be, but my logic was that there wasn't anything she could do anyways so it would be a waste of time, so I didn't go. I sat through another class and then made my way out to my car in the parking lot. My leg was so much worse but all I kept thinking was that I just have to make it through my work shift.

I felt like the walk to my car took hours and I was only parked three rows away from the door! However, that was nothing compared to the walk into work. By the time I pulled up to work my leg was even worse and I just couldn't figure out why. I could barely get it out of the car. Looking back I can't help but wonder why on earth I even went in. But I really hated calling in sick, yet it would have been the better because it took me 30 minutes to get from my car to the break room. Good thing I got there early! I should have taken the remarks that people said to me a little more seriously as I walked in. Apparently I looked like crap, which worked since I felt like it at that time and I could barely walk. I figured that I would be fine because I started work during a not so busy time.

I made it about an hour before I had to find the manager and I was almost in tears because I was in so much pain. With watery eyes I walked up, stood beside her as she worked on something at the counter, and asked if I could go home. Once I asked that she looked at me because I had never asked to go home from work before and had only called in sick a couple of times, so she knew something was up and upon looking at me knew that I needed to go home. It took me an hour and a half to get to my car and another 10 minutes to get into it because it just hurt to move my leg in any way. Through the sobs and gritting of teeth I grabbed my leg lifted it into my car and drove home, which I more than likely should not have been driving since; A) I couldn't stop crying, and B) I was using the leg that was in all this pain!

Once I got home it took me forever to walk from my car into the house and of course my house had a bunch of stairs that no matter which door you used there was a flight of stairs in front of it, which at that point in time was my nightmare. I had to sit on my butt and keep my right leg straight and just my left leg to push me up each step. Once I got inside I sat down in the big comfy recliner and waited for my mom to get home, because I was a mess and I did not know what to do. What I did know was that I was in so much pain, SOOOO much pain. Anyone who has been in pain and has seen a doctor for it knows about those pain scale rating charts so you can rate your pain from 0-10, with zero being nothing and 10 being the worse pain you have ever had. This chart meant squat. There was no way to rate this kind of pain anymore.

Once my mom got home and noticed my car out front and that I was not at work she came inside, saw me in the living room draped across this huge chair and asked me why I wasn't at work while she put her stuff down. After not answering her and her then hearing my sobs, she asked me what was wrong. Somehow I managed to stop gritting my teeth enough to tell her about my leg and the pain. Since she was thinking it could have been a pinched nerve based on my description we slowly and painfully made our way to a chiropractor, which didn't help. After that to the emergency room where this big bulky male nurse had to pick me up out of the car to bring me inside because there was no way I was getting out again.

After this point there are a lot of things that I don't quite remember. What I do remember is that they would not give me anything for the pain until they drew blood and did a CT Scan. I remember laying on those uncomfortable ER beds staring at the pattern on the draw curtain trying to focus on something other than pain. At the same time I was so scared because I had no idea what was going on or what would cause this sort of pain in such a weird area. Then the morphine kicked in and I kind of drifted in and out waiting for the doctors to tell us something. Once the doctors had some results they took my mom out of the room and she already looked so worried to begin with. Then she came back into the room and I could tell she was crying but I didn't know why. I had no idea what was going on for the longest time. It was only after admitting me to the hospital and arranging for a transfer to Minneapolis when a consulting physician came into my room and examined my skin, asked me a couple of questions, and then told me that they suspected that I had some form of leukemia and they were going to send to Minneapolis for more testing and opinions from more experienced doctors in blood related cancers. When she was examining my skin she was looking for bruises and petechiae (tiny, pin sized red spots caused by broken capillary blood vessels that occur because of a low platelet count). I had thought the bruises were from work and I had never noticed the tiny dots. One of the questions that she had asked was about mouth sores because those can be a symptom as well. Now I knew why I kept getting these annoying sores in my mouth.

I am an optimist so I would have never put all of the symptoms together and think there was something wrong. I am more like one of those people who would use any excuse to avoid having to see a doctor. I wasn't and still am not a big fan of doctors and this experience did not help change how I felt about them. Mostly it increased my dislike for them, but that is a story for another time.

After being admitted to Fairview Medical Center in Minneapolis, the diagnosis was confirmed and the kind of cancer, as well as the type and subtype were all explained to me. Acute Myelogenous Leukemia (AML), which at the time was more dominant in old people/over the age of 60 or so. However, all I really heard was leukemia and cancer with a bunch of mumbo jumbo. Lets be honest, those words are terrifying at any age, but I just turned 19 not long before all of this and I barely knew anyone with cancer except for one person from my high school class. I was terrified but I was also mesmerized by this female Irish fellow doctor with this beautiful accent and gorgeous blue eyes. I could never seem to listen to what she was saying - I love accents, who doesn't? Instead I just listened to how she said things. Probably not the best idea, but I am sure I am not the only one who has had this happen to them. Thank goodness Mom was there to listen and then fill me in afterward. Plus, I was super drugged up so I would not have been paying attention to the meaning behind what she was saying. Lets be real here.

To be continued...

Lotza love!

My Cancer Story: Introduction

Good day everyone!

Well I am going to jump in and start writing about my journey with cancer. The blog writing will be more serious because I want to do the not so serious parts in my video blog. I mean, cancer is such a serious topic and it affects so many people these days, whether it be through someone they know or they themselves have been diagnosed with some form of cancer.

 However, while I was going through all this seriousness I needed to laugh! Who doesn't? The best part was feeling somewhat normal and the only way to feel that way was to be able to laugh and smile and just be as me as possible. SO, not only did I try to surround myself with people who would entertain me  (friends, family, nurses,) but I made sure that I was trying to stay as positive as I could during the difficult times. Of course that wan't always possible and I will admit that there were several/many occasions where I had to have a self pity party and ask the question so many people ask; why on EARTH did this happen to me? What did I do to have to go through something like this? Yet, I wouldn't want to change anything if I could go back in time. It is a part of my history and added to what makes me, well, ME.

Now for some info on the less seriousness of the video blog series I am currently working on. In the vlog I will be adding humor into this serious topic by sharing all the various things that I did to keep myself in good spirits and entertained. Also, I hope to bring in some of those lovely people that contributed to the "Keep Tiffany Sane" campaign. Hopefully I can get permission by these very special and completely awesome people! (fingers crossed)  Not only where these people there to help keep me sane but they also helped me get through everything. Each of them had a different role that they played and I could not have done it without their support and love.

Another reason I wish and hope to bring in guests is because, lets face it, chemo treatments wear a person out and make you feel like shit on a road; like you were chewed up, pooped out and ran over by a few mac trucks. So, since I spent a lot of time sleeping and pretty doped up on morphine there are stories that I do not really recall all that well or at all. Thus, I shall need their help so I can share the full story with everyone. Also, I want to know the full story. It is hard to move past things that just keep popping up in my mind every now and then because I start to remember parts of things that I previously did not recall and it bugs me every time and it forces me to start all over in hopes of making sense out of everything. I am hoping that knowing my story, all of my story, and working through it bit by bit will help me let go of some of those things that eat away inside of me.

I know it has helped sharing parts of my story, really condensed versions, with my friends and family who have asked me what it was like and explain some of the things that happened and whatnot and I am completely comfortable sharing my story with those who ask about it. But, I have never shared the whole story before. I have been too scared to do so, which kind of seems silly because I am mainly scared that no one is going to care. If no one cared then no one would ask about it in the first place. Plus, everyone is always interested in another's life, it is why we read celebrity gossip magazines. Also, people want to know about other (non-celeb) people's lives and they are interested in memoirs and biographies, even when it comes to the topic of cancer. It is why we have so many movies that have a storyline entwined within it, or are all about someone dealing with cancer. It is why it shows up in so many television series and books, whether it be non-fiction or fiction styled. Human nature makes people interested in other's lives.

So, starting in my next entry I will begin at the beginning and work my way through the journey of surviving cancer. Hopefully by next week I will have my first vlog finished and available so that maybe I can give you a few laughs after reading such a heavy blog post. :)

Lotza love!

New video blog idea!

I have decided it is time to finally start my YouTube video blog about my experience with cancer. So many people have asked me about that time in my life and I don't mind talking about it, ever. It was a difficult time but (I know this is cliché) it added to the creation of who I am today. I never let my cancer stop me from living for the most part. Of course, there were days when I wasn't the positive upbeat Tiff cracking jokes and smiling but who can be awesome all the time because, lets face it, I'm not Barney Stinson (How I Met Your Mother).

Why a video blog and not just a writing blog?
Since cancer is a personal subject I feel that a person can't really get to know someone as well through words. Now if I were a great writer that may be untrue, but a las, I am not a great writer, just someone who likes to write sometimes. It is hard for others to know when I am being sarcastic or funny rather than insensitive or however someone reads into words strung together. That is why I want to do a video blog. I kept wanting to make the best out of my situation so I would try and keep myself entertained and I did a whole bunch of silly things and just reading about it might not being as funny as me recalling the story. Of course, there were also some serious times and I will get into those times as well in my video blog.

Coming soon! Cancer Surviver chats with Tiffany!

Maybe if there is a big enough view space I can bring in other survivors and see what they have to say... we shall see.