Becky Seager

28 Single Stage 2 Hodgkins Lymphoma

So many people say “Everything happens for a reason.”
I have lived a healthy, clean lifestyle. I don’t party. I love eating raw,
organic foods. I never put pots and pans in the dishwasher, I hand washed,
because I heard breaking down their surfaces can cause cancer. I also don’t
like to handle the dishwashing liquid, as I have heard the phosphorus can also
cause cancer. I once read that Sheryl Crow’s breast cancer was caused from her
drinking out of plastic water bottles that had been sitting in her trunk in the
sun. Fact or not, it scared me enough to not want to drink out of a plastic
bottle that may have been in high temperatures. I have gone out of my way to
avoid this thing called “cancer”, maybe even more so than the average person.
So taking the statement literally, that everything does happen for a reason, I
tried to avoid any reasons why I, Becky Seager, would ever get cancer.

This
all started with a swollen left supraclavicular lymph node that got discovered
on May 2nd. I knew right then and there that it was Hodgkin’s. Two
days later I had surgery to get the lymph node removed. Everyone thought I was
crazy to think that it was cancer, and that’s the kind of time in life that you
want to be crazy and think that you are just hypochondriacal. But instead of
being crazy, I was right. I never had one sign or symptom. I felt great. That
is the strangest thing about all of this- I now have to get sick in order to
get better when I feel perfectly fine to begin with. It makes no sense. Cancer,
you better check yo’self, because your logic is WAY off.

To
say that I don’t have time for cancer is the understatement of the year. The
same day that I got diagnosed with Stage 2 Hodgkin’s Lymphoma I also got a job
offer for a job I had been pursuing and interviewing for for several months
which will require me to move 2.5 hours away from where I currently am. All I
heard from everyone I told over the next few days was,
“Congratulations, I’m so sorry.” And the hits kept on coming. I have what they
consider to be “bulky” disease. (C’mon, docs, you couldn’t come up with a
better name? Are you calling my cancer fat?) For me this means that I have a
14cm tumor in my chest smack-dab in between my lungs. This will most likely
require radiation sometime during my 6 months of chemo.

My
June 2012 is looking rather packed out. I start chemotherapy at UVA Hospital in
Charlottesville, VA and then will be transferring to Georgetown when I move to
DC for the new job. I am leaving a less-than-ideal living situation, as my
ex-boyfriend and I have been living together since he broke up with me earlier
this year. I love him, and I love my house and my life in Charlottesville.
Realizing that I had to move on past this, I knew that this time in my life was
supposed to be about getting a new job in DC, looking forward to happy hours on
Friday with friends, moving past a relationship that took a toll on me
emotionally, yoga, waking up each day feeling better than the last, travelling,
especially to the beach, and accomplishing many goals that I had set forth for
the next chapter of my life.

And
now I am pressing the pause button; all of those things will have to wait. New
goal: kick cancer’s ass… with a whole lot of humor and hopefully a little bit
of fun and meeting people I never would have met along the way.  A very
close person to me once said, “Life is not a straight road; it’s what we do in
the curves that define us.”

The bills are the scariest part of this whole thing. I
didn’t do a thing to deserve cancer, and now I have to pay for it, literally
and figuratively. The idea that I will have a financial disaster to try and
clean up all by myself during and after treatment is its own nightmare within a
nightmare. I appreciate all of the support and thank you for taking the time to
read my story.

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