I was diagnosed with cancer exactly 25 years ago. I was just married and was 25. I had stage 2 Hodgkins Lymphoma. I had 4 rounds of chemotherapy and 25 sessions of radiation during the summer of 1990.
I was so sick and lost my hair too. I remember whilst in hospital a woman coming round with the most dreadful wigs and yes my hubbie and I laughed and laughed at them. He actually went out and got me a really nice one that was so similar to my own style and colour.
I was also told that children would probably not happen - but in the end I had 4.
Somehow though I coped better then than I do now with this unknown neurological problem which may be PPMS (who knows). With the cancer I was given “tools” by the doctors to sort out the problem and felt I had a fighting chance. Which I embraced with possitiveity. Now when I go to see my neurologist I feel he doesnt know what to do and it is like “the blind leading the blind”.
Also, I could put my wig on and paint my face with makeup and essentially “look” like everyone else. People didnt stop me and say “What have you done to yourself ?” Now no matter how hard I try I limp along with a foot attached to me that refuses to darn well work making it impossible to blend in.
But like MS types are all different, Cancers are all different too. The one I had was not aggressive therefore I always knew I had a fighting chance.