
The Finish Line
It’s been a while since my last update—mostly because I haven’t had anything too notable to share. Given how this whole lymphoma journey started, I’d say that’s a good thing.
I was admitted for my sixth and final chemotherapy cycle on Thursday, June 19th, and I’ll be heading home tonight, Monday, June 23rd.

Fertility, Cancer, and Me
Navigating fertility and cancer isn't simple. At 33, I was diagnosed with lymphoma and had to make fast, life-altering decisions about my future as a mother. Here's how I’m supporting my hormone health and holding onto hope.

Halfway There
Ever since I arrived at the Anschutz Center in Denver my life has been a whirlwind of inpatient treatments intermixed with twice weekly outpatient lab draws and provider visits. Since my second chemo cycle I have been handling treatment quite well so I have been on a tight schedule with barely three weeks between cycles.

Body Image
I had never seen my body so weak, and I began to lose trust in it. Even walking a lap around the unit felt monumental. But I knew I was at a crossroads. I had to reclaim autonomy over my body in order to heal.

Silver Linings
At my lowest moments, I cried uncontrollably in my hospital bed, sobbing, “Why is this happening to me?!”
But I learned I had to release that pain. Let the tears flow. Let the fear and despair move through me instead of settling in. Once I did, I started to see silver linings at every turn.

Complications
At the end of the first week of March, I started my chemotherapy regimen. Nervous is an understatement. Never in a million years did I think I would willingly pump poison into my body—but there I was. I did my best to create a positive environment in both my mind and body as I prepared to receive treatment.


