It’s been 14 weeks since I learned that I had B-cell lymphoma.
That seems like a short time–only three and a half months–but in some ways it seemed like an eternity.
In the beginning it was a seemingly endless parade of doctors and tests. Just when I thought I was finished, I received another referral; another test; another opinion.
Driving to Gainesville two or three times a week–and later every day–gave me a lot of time for contemplation and self discovery.