And Then Cancer Struck. Fuck.
3 min readDec 21, 2023
My fiancé was rushed to the hospital two weeks ago for emergency chemotherapy, after his “chronic” leukemia aggressively transformed from treatable and manageable—with just this little pill—to raging and blasting in his blood. No warning. Just a routine trip to the oncologist, then panic and confusion, then the harried packing of a weekend duffel with fresh underwear and socks. What the fuck?