- On the morning of June 6, 2007, doctors told me that I had a tumor the size of a softball in my left lung which, left untreated, would probably kill me by summer’s end.
- Stunned and scared, I returned to my hospital room, where my roommate, an elderly hip replacement patient with poor hearing and a handy-dandy morphine pump that she was self-administering rather frequently, was BLARING THE TV.
- So it was hard to miss it when Barbara Walters introduced her next guest on “The View,” which airs in the New York area from 11 a.m. til noon, The Cancer Dancers.
- I looked up at the ceiling and said, “Really God? The Cancer Dancers? Now?”
- No one heard me because the TV was turned up so loud.
By Jen Singer on June 6, 2012
Nearly five years to the moment I had been diagnosed with cancer, I got to see the space shuttle Enterprise being hauled up the Hudson River toward the Intrepid Sea, Air & Space Museum.
The space shuttle thing was way more fun.
How can I remember what time it was when I was diagnosed with lymphoma? Here’s how:
So, here’s what I couldn’t help but see and hear moments after being diagnosed with lymphoma:
Lovely kids. Lovely organization. Not at all what I needed to hear or see at that moment.
So when I found out that the space shuttle Enterprise would be towed up the Hudson River today while I was not but a block away at the Javitz Center, I left the conference I was attending and sat in the sun on a wall in the little park next to New York Waterway ferry slip.
Then, at about 11:30 a.m., almost exactly five years to the moment that I found out I had cancer, I saw the crane arrive first.
Me? I’m so happy, I could dance.