Oh hey!

I know what I want this blog to evolve into – an inspirational story of an amazing, awe-inspiring recovery and return to being not only an active person, but perhaps running a marathon?? Hiking in the Alps?! Some other cool ultra athletic shit?!

Presently, I write this post feeling kind of down. The universe has done its best to kill me recently. In December of 2018 I learned I had stage 4 non-hodgkins lymphoma. I underwent an enormous amount of chemotherapy, and was told in July 2019 that I was at long last in remission! Two months later I fell off a rock climbing wall, broke my knee, underwent surgery and an insane recovery period – to this date, my leg still isn’t working super well. I’m working with a physical therapist to look less like C3PO when I walk. One day before Christmas 2019, I lost balance and broke my hand. The next day, I learned my lung was so damaged by the cancer I would need to have half of my left lung surgically removed. Due to all the scar tissue cancer left behind, they couldn’t do the cool minimally-invasive robot surgery, they had to manually separate my rib cage and carve out the lung piece. You can probs imagine the toll this has taken on my mental health.

So yeah. In recovery from all that.

Through all of this I’ve become an enormous slug. Most of my days are spent on a couch nursing wounds and generally waiting for my body to heal itself. I’ve gained an alarming amount of weight, but I’m just… stuck.

I’ve never blogged before, but I guess this is what I want out of it:

• To document past medical horror stories.
• To document my GLORIOUS return to some semblance of normalcy.
• To have some accountability for myself – even if no one reads this…
• To maybe help other people? Cancer is scary, and if it weren’t for other young people I found online who also went through this *journey*, I don’t know what I would’ve have done. I’d like to pay this forward.

If you find me early on – perhaps drawn in by my sparkling wit and command of the English vocabulary, or perhaps you’re sick or recovering or something – we’re in the real beginner stages, bro. I can’t stand in the shower long before my leg and remaining lungs cry “uncle”.

I guess like most who try to start a blog, in here to shout my story into the void and see what comes of it!

Let’s go!