Jose Bibian’s Chemotherapy
If you found my picture of me at different stages of my health funny, then throw in your two cents! It only makes sense :)
In March of 2020 I was diagnosed with a rare tumor of the thymus. I was 21 years old, at the start of one of the worst pandemics in human history. It felt like I got hit by a buss without actually getting hit by a bus. The world couldn’t have felt more helpless at the time.
Being diagnosed with cancer seemed daunting to me at first. For me to accept what was actually happening to me, I first had to process everything that was happening to me. It was at the end of 2018 when I started questioning certain moments of anxiety I had throughout the day. It felt like the height of my illness was something that manifested over span of only a few years. It felt like something very scary creeping up on me. It started off as rare moments of dissociation and slowly I started experiencing panic attacks everyday about the slightest things. I noticed my emotions all over the place. All the anxiety and depression I had before was amplified. To put my illness in the simplest terms. I wanted to die but It was the thought of death that scared me the most. This was the kind of hell I was living.
For me this tumor was something I had to understand before any kind of action was taken. Now, I could tell you all about my adrenal deficiency and all the science behind why my body just decided to turn me into a blueberry and mess with my head but that would be a whole book to publish. Instead, let me just kindly ask for your donation towards the cost of chemotherapy treatment, which would be the final fight against this stupid cancer! Also to cut the cost of things like transportation & medical bills. In the country we live in and the system that we have, these thing are not cheap :) Anything you give is greatly appreciated. I’d like to keep this rather light and just say fu*k cancer and all of the bad things that happened in 2020.Thanks so much for stopping by and reading this far. Stand clear of the closing doors please.