My Decembers.

Beautiful is such a certainty,
but uncertainty is more beautiful.

-Wislawa Szymborska

December has always, always been an incredible mixed bag of emotions.  It's almost the way we see the holidays, there are so many wonderful, beautiful, amazing components to the winter holidays: the scents of ever-greens, cinnamon, cookies baking in the oven, latkes in oil, burning candles, snow.  Some of us are near family members that we cherish, others who are far away send packages and greeting cards to the ones we love.  With that said, there is also the constant stress of completing projects at work, little to no vacation time, pressure of gifts, snowy roads, sleet, ice and more.  As I said, it's a huge, messy, but wonderful mixed bag.  And that at the moment is how I see most of my Decembers since 2006.

This December will mark five whole years since my initial diagnosis of Hodgkin's Lymphoma.  

  

Although there is a huge part of me that is so grateful to still be here five years after this diagnosis, through many lines of treatments, small surgeries, traveling, clinical trials, different oncologists, and a whole realm of other obstacles and forms of adversity.  There is a larger part that accepts and acknowledges that five years of my adult life has been affected by this illness.  Since I was 22, entering the work force this is all I have known through grad school and attempting to formulate a job for myself that can be accomplished while tending to a chronic illness.  Although I see the beauty in every piece of pain I experience it is remarkable to think that five whole years have now passed with cancer continuously being in my body.  And thankfully in these moments, those who do not know me, could never even comprehend the depths of this disease that soak through my skin.

Five Decembers ago was the start of an unwaivering black cloud that began to hang over my amazing family during the holidays. In December of 2006, I was diagnosed with Lymphoma. December of 2007 was my relapse and beginning stages of transplant. December 2008 after accepting that my transplant failed and I would now be on clinical trials the rest of my life, my first attempt at third line treatment failed and the cancer was progressing. December 2009, my family and I spent part of Chanukah and the entire week around Christmas at NYU hospital since my third clinical trial had now failed, taking tons of pounds off my tiny body, which resulted in leaving Boston, a beloved grad program, my final internship and being bed-ridden till March of 2010.  Thankfully, last year was one of the first, and the best holidays seasons I had ever experienced.  The daunting black cloud lifted and I hit a small remission which enabled me to run away for the holidays to my favorite part of the world: Greece, with wonderful friends and my brother.  

However, it almost feels as though my body is conditioned to receive some negative news around this time, and somehow a scan always falls right in the midst of the holiday season, this year is no different with a PET/CT scan a day before the first night of Chanukah, and a few days before Christmas on 12/19.

To say my Decembers are a struggle would be an understatement. I am grateful, happy, and pleased of how well my recovery has been in the last two years.  I do not in the least bit take any of my days, hours, or minutes for granted.  However, when looking back it is difficult to see passed the patterns that reveal themselves over and over again.  It is obviously my hope, just as I did last year, to break this cycle and to start enjoying the holiday season.  To take in more of the smells, lights, tastes, and extra time with family and friends instead of fearing the holidays.  But it is a very large and difficult task to do so with grace and patience. 

These Decembers, a mixed bag of gratefulness, hopes and fears can be daunting.  However, these Decembers are mine and only mine to speak of and experience. Whether they were heartbreaking or heavenly, I am still here living them.  In turn, I have proven many doctors, nurses and fellows wrong when fear, uncertainty and the unknown in their faces resulted in differing prognoses and predictions of my life expectancies.  Thus, it is the unknown that gives hope not only for me to look back ten more Decembers from now and write these same words, but to look forward to this December.  Because uncertainty is so much more beautiful than finality, uncertainty gives hope, opportunity for growth, and the possibility of change.  And above all, uncertainty provides the possibility that even after five years of adversity you and I still have the ability to smell cinnamon, ever-greens and snow in our Decembers. 

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I am sending love and light to all of you this holiday season, a bright December to each of you, 

and all my heart and more,

b.