I am often asked, “where we’re you when you got the call for transplant?” For months I was vigilant, perhaps hyper-vigilant with answering my phone. Nothing would prevent me from picking up an “unknown” call, not even the sacred space of the movie theater was going to cause me to miss the call for a … Continue reading Getting the Call: Heart Transplant & Uber
At 15 years old, I had bone cancer and one of the chemo drugs gave me heart failure. At 39 years old, I had a heart transplant. Four months after my transplant, I discovered I had breast cancer. I had a double mastectomy, then weeks later and just 2 days before my 41st birthday, my Mum died after losing her battle with ovarian cancer. Then at age 44, I was diagnosed with lung cancer.
During my first bout of cancer, I was a horrible, rotten no good teenager. This is one tale of my defiance during a Chemo treatment. Now at 42 years old, I reflect on this time with raucous laughter and embarrassment.