Laura’s Story

Site created on February 13, 2020

The first time I was told I had cancer was 2009: after feeling my right cheek and my gums funny for a few times, I asked my GP who sent me for an MRI, the report didn't leave any space for interpretation, I had a lesion in my brain. It was April, by June I had seen two neurosurgeons, picked one and had surgery. Not even a month of recovery and, easy peasy, I was back to my life. I didn't understand why people kept telling me I was brave and a warrior, at the time it didn't feel scarier than having my appendix removed. 
Fast forward 9 years, my neuroncologis tells me that my bi-yearly MRI shows that the tumor is growing again.
This time it feels less like a cakewalk: I'm more scared, more stressed, I worry more.
I don't like the romanticizing of tumor: I didn't have any breakthrough after the first time, I didn't change my life, I wasn't more grateful for the things I had and the people in my life.
I DON'T NEED tumor to be grateful, and I don't feel brave or a warrior for facing it: I don't have another choice. 
Most of the times I feel like a boo-fucking-woo, honestly, having breakdowns for dealing with the health system and bureaucracy, getting scared for things I read online and so on.
I have an amazing partner and a magical family and so many friends who keep me in their thoughts, I'm lucky, but that's not the cancer's merit.
I decided to start a sharing platform a few months ago, using google groups, I'm now transitioning to Caring Bridge because:
- it allows for updates from other users, so Eric can write updates after my surgery
- it has a planner
- it makes it easier for you to comment
 
Note: you'll probably see banners asking for donation, that money doesn't go to me but to Caring Bridge

Newest Update

Journal entry by Laura Gioia

No worries, I'm fine.
My MRI in September came out clean again. Also, since the biopsy said it's still a Grade II, I don't have to go through chemo.
The anti-seizure meds were giving me depressive episodes, I would just feel like I couldn't handle anything and I would cry my heart out.
I had an EEG a month ago, it was fine, so I was given the green light to go off the meds.
So why the less than enthusiastic tone?
I'm grieving: one of my dearest friends passed away on Friday, she was 32, and my grandma yesterday.
I'm only writing this because I would like you to know what's going on in my life, you don't have to do anything about it.
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