On March 20, as Kanawha County was announcing its first confirmed case of COVID-19, I was dealing with my own diagnosis.
Earlier that morning, my doctor had called to tell me the dime-sized lump in my right breast that he’d biopsied earlier that week was, in fact, breast cancer. Cancer is always a scary word. The thought of having cancer during a global pandemic that affects those with weakened immune systems and underlying medical problems feels like especially awful timing.
I’m documenting my story here because writing is what I do. Who knows, maybe I’ll make it into a book someday, or maybe it will become part of our collective story of this historic time. More likely, a few friends and family will read along. That’s OK, too.
Writing is what I do and all this is just fodder.