I'm here. I have cancer. Get used to it.

I started my current job about six months after I started Temodar chemotherapy.

PHOTO: Scar after surgery

PHOTO: Scar after surgery

My closest co-workers knew I had brain cancer and I was open with them about when I was taking chemo and when I was on my way to the doctor or an EEG. But I didn't tell everyone at work because I didn't know what kind of stigma would be associated with me and my capabilities on the job.

Now that it has been more than one month since I stopped chemotherapy I've been opening my big mouth about cancer. Maybe this a bad tactic, but it has been freeing to let loose a big secret that has defined my life over the past 2+ years. It is like I've come out of the cancer closet.

I'm here. I have cancer. Get used to it.

Since I've been more public about my cancer life I've learned that a number of my co-workers have had cancer.

One thing I often hear people say is, "Wow, it seems like so many people I know have had cancer." And then I respond (possibly irritating their mortality) by saying, "One out of every four women, and one out of every three men, will develop some sort of cancer in their lifetime."

I don't want to scare everyone, I just hope people realize cancer could mess with any of us at any time. You don't have to be old, or young, or have an unhealthy lifestyle. Cancer can just come out of the blue and pinch you with its claws and change your life forever.

So don't judge us.

Liz Salmi

Liz Salmi is Communications & Patient Initiatives Director for OpenNotes at Beth Israel Deaconess Medical Center in Boston. Over the last 15 years Liz has been: a research subject; an advisor in patient stakeholder groups; a leader in “patient engagement” research initiatives; and an innovator, educator and investigator in national educational and research projects. Today her work focuses on involving patients and care partners in the co-design of research and research dissemination. It is rumored Liz was the drummer in a punk rock band.

https://thelizarmy.com
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