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One spring night, hunched over my computer holding my stomach because of the gut tearing cramps, I thought to myself, "this is it... the cancer isn't going to kill me, its going to be all the raw spinach I ate tonight. Death by lettuce."
Originally, Death by Lettuce was going to be a book; one of those inspirational tales told by a cancer survivor which instills hope in every other person with thyroid cancer. Its spine would be pink and the title would be in a hand written font. There would be a cartoon lettuce with sharp pointy teeth about to eat a little curly haired cartoon character of myself. It would be something Oprah would pick up, and I would go on her show and become a model poster child for thyroid cancer awareness. Things changed, and I don't have the attention span to make an awe inspiring book right now, and I still fear it would read like a Steinbeck novel.
Originally the blog was basically my open journal to rant and rave about having to deal with cancer. It's been evolving. While I still have the random rants when I need to, I'm looking more at more practical issues and problems facing cancer, and in particular young adult thyroid cancer patients. I'm reviewing resources that are out there for us. And I want to promote discussion, and see if we can find answers to our questions. And I want to talk more about advocacy, awareness, and quality of life.
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For me it was spicy - and by spicy, I mean the spiciest I could find anywhere - and that has never gone back to normal. I used to be a typical bland Midwesterner (think steak and mashed potatoes were my most flavorful meal choice) and now I rival the spiciest Latin around.
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