In the fall of 2012 I was diagnosed with a desmoid tumor. Over the course of the next four years I had one surgery, one month of physical therapy, one recurrence, one year of Tamoxifen, three months of Gleevec, one year of Nexavar, and countless MRIs and doctor visits. I can happily tell you my tumor is finally dead. The lessons I’ve learned, though, are very much alive. I hope to keep it that way by documenting them here with just enough sarcasm and profanity to make it fun. May you enjoy reading my posts as much as I enjoy writing them.
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