Two and a half years ago I sat draped in a tattered, faded blue dressing gown across from a stranger who solemnly uttered the phrase: "you have cancer." In Touretts like fashion four words instantly erupted in my brain countering the proclamation with: "I want to live".
In that moment the stranger (doctor) became my collaborator and together we embarked on what was a harrowing protocol of chemotherapy and radiation. Luckily for me, it was a course of action that offered hope.
For the past two years, recovery from the treatment itself has been challenging. And yet I am fortunate. At the end of February, I will celebrate two years in remission.
When facing a life threatening diagnosis, what rises from the depths of the nether regions and thrashes to the surface is simply life-force refusing contradiction. Paradoxically, in the midst of death defying determination is an exquisite vulnerability that illuminates the eyes and softens the heart.
Less than one week ago, I recognized that ingenuousness in the face of Jennifer Jones Austin, a highly accomplished and compassionate New York City attorney, wife, and mother of two who has spent the last 20 years advocating for disenfranchised children and families.
Although her life biography is filled with achievements, as of four months ago, 41 year old Austin faces the harsh reality that a diagnosis of Acute Myeloid Leukemia (AML) requires a bone marrow transplant.
In short, unless a donor steps forward in the next several months, Jennifer's chances of survival greatly diminish.
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