Is this thing on?

​Welcome to The Sarcastic Sarcoma. An average girl with average problems and some nice sarcomas that have decided to settle in my lungs. I have decided that since its round 2 of treatment it’s time to document what the heck happens between doctors appointments, scans, blood tests, transfusions, and everything in between. It’s an insiders guide to the cancer world. This isn’t a blog about how sad life is or how horrible things are because I have the “C card.” It’s more a place for me to tell the stories I have collected over the past year and about the people who have been along so far for the journey. Don't worry there will be plenty of new stories along with ones from this past year. 

            I recently started telling stories about my past treatments/appointments to people, and I was encouraged by several people to share them with the world. From the ever-famous horse head on my IV during chemo to the random items my sister would send to me while I was in the hospital. You will quickly learn I try not to be the average cancer patient. Between my sarcastic nature and dry humor, I don’t leave any doctor office without making the doctors, nurses, techs, or anyone else laugh. 

            I have met a ton of people over the past year and I couldn’t be more thankful for each and every one of them. They all have become part of my very large medical family. Whenever I go for appointments, we spend the majority of the time visiting with everyone or bringing cookies. When I have to head to the hospital or clinic, I make sure to coordinate my visits so that I can see my other friends that include doctors, residents, nurses, child life specialists, and everyone in between. I can remember seeing one of my surgeons in the long hallway of the hospital and screaming his name just to say hello. Luckily I had my hair at the time so everyone wasn’t staring at me for being a bald 23 year old. Not to worry it’s just some crazy girl screaming to the surgeon who removed the original sarcoma that was behind her knee. Why just go to a hospital and see the doctor when you can visit with everyone you have met. 

            Since I am 23 I decided to be part of the adult oncology world. I am the baby face of adult oncology. At the cancer center I go to, I am told countless times how young I am and how they can’t believe I have cancer at such a young age. In typical fashion, I usually just say “Man good thing you don’t go to the pediatric clinic because you would be saying that to everyone there.” Since my hair grew back very curly everyone doesn’t believe that I have cancer. We come in many shapes, sizes, forms, and ages. I am the sarcastic girl with sarcomas who has decided to face life with her dry sense of humor and sarcastic nature.

This is just a small part of the long strange trip I have been on so far. Let’s hope I can remember the past, look to the future, enjoy what’s going on in front of me, and that no matter what happens in life to “Just keep swimming.”