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No Sad Songs: My life with cancer
Have you ever wanted to share something deeply personal but hesitated because you feared you might regret posting it?
Have you ever wanted to share something deeply personal but hesitated because you feared you might regret posting it? Once a story is online, you can’t always control where it goes or how people respond.
I’ve struggled with that question myself. This is a story I’ve found difficult to revisit, partly because some of my memories are hazy. But perhaps it’s time to tell it.
I remember sitting on the ottoman in my living room, my left foot resting on my right, when I felt pins and needles. I tried to stand, then suddenly fell. My right foot hurt so badly that I could barely walk.
The next day, my husband, Michael, took me to the emergency room. After bloodwork and an EKG, a resident told me I had an irregular heartbeat that needed further attention. An X-ray revealed that I’d broken the fifth metatarsal in my right foot. I also had a urinary tract infection.
I can’t remember exactly when I began feeling weak. Was it after the fall, the next morning, or only when I arrived at the hospital? My recollections of those days are blurred.
