After suspecting for several months, last week I was diagnosed with nodular sclerosis classic Hodgkin's lymphoma.This is one of the least scary and most readily treatable kinds of cancer. I would stand a better chance of dying if I caught the flu than I do from this. Because of this, I've been pretty upbeat and blase about it. But I think I'm forced to admit now that, well... I'm scared.
I'm not scared for my life, I have no doubt that I will recover. What I'm scared of is the hell I'll have to go through to get there, the side effects of chemotherapy (ABVD is what I'm getting). Probably an entire year of it. I really don't know how I'll be able to withstand that, especially since I don't seem to have anything more to look forward to in life than more of the same (no job, still living with my parents for as long as it's feasible, pretty much just playing with my dog (which I hope to regain the energy and enthusiasm to do a lot) and sitting around messing with my iPad all day, making exactly zero progress toward anything but death), so nothing really to motivate me. Really, what I'm afraid of is not dying, but having to live.
I don't know why I'm posting this. Just to get it out there, I guess - show that beneath these thick, protective dragon scales is a body just as soft as a human's, or something. I'll just go huddle in the farthest back corner of my cave now.
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Yet in my new wildness and freedom I almost welcome the bitterness of alienage. For although nepenthe has calmed me, I know always that I am an outsider; a stranger in this century and among those who are still men.
-H. P. Lovecraft, "The Outsider"