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i will never forget the day i became a patient.
i mean, i had always been a patient — those yearly check-ups, that time i had strep throat, when i developed painful sciatica. these were all times i needed the advice of a medical professional to make sure i was healthy or to make me feel better. probably like you, i never really thought much about it — i got what i needed and moved on. i was a patient, for sure, but not a real patient — not an omg-am-i-going-to-die patient.
not until the labour day weekend in 2008, that is, when an exhausted resident in the emergency room at toronto’s women’s college hospital
told me that i had a rare blood cancer called chronic myeloid leukemia (cml). that’s when it happened: full on patienthood. with a white plastic hospital identification bracelet slapped on my wrist and a blue gown that didn’t close properly at the back, i was unwillingly recruited into a world of painful tests, cancer clinics and uncertainty.
lots that is good happened as a result. i’ve met great people who have taught me about resilience, courage and optimism. i’ve had the opportunity to travel across the world as part of an international advocacy group, working with doctors and pharmaceutical companies to help improve the lives of people with cancer. the diagnosis allowed me to stand alongside my brother during the years he lived with liver cancer and use my experience and knowledge to prop him up as best i could. it also made me able to contribute to the very familiar conversations with his doctors about treatment side effects, prognosis and most importantly, hope.
because of cancer, i live more in the moment. i sometimes eat dessert before dinner, i dance in the street to embarrass my kids and i try not to get wrapped around the axle about little things that don’t really matter.
and while having cancer has enriched my life in some ways, i haven’t gotten to the point yet where i can say that i am grateful for the diagnosis. you know those people who experience awful things and say that they wouldn’t change a thing? that somehow, the terrible thing that happened to them was in fact a really good thing? that’s not me.