It’s officially been one year since I went into respiratory failure. One year since I was diagnosed with Stage 4B Hodgkin’s lymphoma Cancer. One year since not only my life changed, but the lives of all of my friends and family changed. One year since I woke up in the ICU, after being transferred to Sylvester Comprehensive lymphoma Cancer Center, to Dr. Izidore Lossos, who essentially saved my life.
One year since I spent the majority of my 2016 undergoing salvage chemotherapy and radiation. One year since cancer was in every organ in my body, and I had absolutely no idea, and neither did you.I don’t think he even cared. I think he just wanted to go home, because it was late. If my mother didn’t make me go to the ER, I would have hopped on a flight to Vegas the next day. I would have been dead.
I could have died, and it’s all because of the multiple, trained physicians, who failed to put together every single symptom that I had of Hodgkin’s lymphoma Cancer. Every single symptom. They failed to run a blood test. They failed to order me the proper scans. They failed to listen to me. Because I looked healthy, like in the photo below.I had a chronic cough for 2.5 years.
I lost weight. I lost A LOT of weight. I had night sweats every night. I had pain in my abdomen that became unbearable. My lymph nodes in my neck and stomach were beyond swollen and the size of golf balls. I had golf ball sized lymph nodes under both of my arm pits. I had a rash all over my legs. These symptoms went on for years.