Thread by @CamEdwards

Three years ago today Miss E went to the ER in Farmville worried she was having a heart attack. She wasn’t, but the chest X-Ray showed something weird in one of her lungs. “Probably pneumonia,” they said, and sent her home with antibiotics. 1/

A couple of weeks went by and she went back for another look at her lungs. Nothing had changed. That’s when we started to get a little concerned. They scheduled her for a biopsy. Meanwhile, life went on. We got a puppy. My car caught fire. And we waited for the procedure. 2/

When the biopsy results came back inconclusive, we were both a little relieved. We still didn’t know what was wrong yet, but whatever it was, it wasn’t something easy to detect, like cancer. We joked about bringing in Dr. House for a consultation. 3/

Her docs basically told her “whatever it is, it doesn’t belong there, and it’s not getting better so it needs to come out”. And so, in the waning days of summer, Miss E went in for surgery to remove a lobe of her left lung. 4/

Two days after surgery, when she left the ICU and moved to a regular hospital room, we got the word that yes, it was cancer after all. I suppose that day should be her “cancerversary”, but I always date it to that day she went to the ER. That’s the day our lives changed. 5/

Three years on, and Miss E’s still here. So is the cancer. She’s still in the fight though, and every day we try to celebrate the small victories and create new memories.

Thank you for rooting for her to #FuckCancer. Your support and prayers mean so much to both of us. 6/6