POSTED BY Pink Ribbon Cooking / September 19, 2013
The cancer diagnosis came the day before Thanksgiving. I was 42 years old. I had lymphoma. I told my doctor that I had the pies in my car and I was heading to New Hampshire to be with my family. Life has a way of turning us upside down.
I was in the prime of my life, building my own business, working 80 hours a week, raising two teen age children with a husband who traveled for work. Life was grand! I went to the hospital because I had a nose bleed that wouldn’t quit. When they told me they would have to cauterize the inside of my nose I said “no thank you” and left with the promise that I would follow up with my primary care. As many of you know, that is when the ball started rolling. One doctor’s appointment lead to a billion tests and more doctor appointments.Read Full Article »