It’s been a minute since I wrote a diary entry. I guess life got caught up and I’ve been working again, so it’s been hard to sit down and think of what to say. Some people say that time moves slower when you’re an adult. That you’re just going through the motions, so it slows down. Clearly they never got cancer, because the last six months have been a blur of appointments and prescriptions and checkups and follow ups. The six month post op has come and gone. The scans said everything is...

"I'm tired." That was my first thought when i walked through the hospital doors that morning. And I was tired. I am tired. As we walked through the doors to the radiation oncolgy department, you could see the faces of patients, waiting their turn. Looking to the left, I saw a bell on the wall. The plaque had an inscription on it, a sweet rhyme, to ring at the end of treatment. I still can't remember what the inscription said exactly. We checked in and sat down, waited our turn. Listened to...

In the last chapter, we celebrated a little, with the results coming back for NO CHEMOTHERAPY! Now, it's time to settle in, because the next big thing is about to start: Radiation. A bunch of my friends have asked me what I'm doing next, and I simply tell them "I'm getting super powers!" Because it's a fun way to say I still need radiation therapy. It's weird to think about. You don't really hear a lot about radiation, apart from the fact that sometimes people have to get a tiny little dot...