Hey. Yeah, hey. So... on March 21st, Alec received a diagnosis of follicular lymphoma. On March 24th, we found out it had transformed to diffuse, large b-cell lymphoma.
He had been hospitalized twice, in January and February. Week long stays. Funny, all the brains couldn't read basic scans that said, wow, there is a mass in his abdomen that might be cancer. Nope. Please make an appointment with an autoimmune doctor that has a year long wait list. Please beg and plead between Emory and Piedmont because what do you know, MyChart is randomly inaccessible even when it's linked between two hospital systems. The best, let urology handle this! Let the bros just shove tubes into your back so your kidneys can let the pee out. But no, don't read that scan that clearly says, wow, that mass is probably malignant.
Fast forward to when they figure it out, and put you on the chemo train. Then, when they really freak out and say it has transformed, to large b-cell and YOU HAVE TO GO MONDAY, aggressive cancer, this shit is going to kill you RCHOP chemo. NOW.
I might tell you more a later. I don't know. I didn't before because this chapter has been another chapter in a very long year. And, Alec didn't want me to. It's his life, and I respect that. I'm not sure if I will retrace it or not.
All I can tell you is to look to the sky, think of something you love, and take the biggest deep breath you can.
*Title, Pixies-Chained
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