Tammi’s Story

Site created on April 17, 2018

My incredible husband started this site on my first day of chemo. He wrote the first journal entry and we will share the entries in this journal.


My incredible husband started this site on my first day of chemo. He wrote the first journal entry and we will share the entries in this journal.


My incredible husband started this site on my first day of chemo. He wrote the first journal entry and we will share the entries in this journal.


Who am I? I’m a child of God, a wife, a mother, a daughter, a sister, a friend, a teacher, a school administrator and now a cancer patient. Not a single one of these characteristics define me but are a part of me. The last of the list was one that I never imagined I would claim to be a part of me.


On March 27th, 2018, I was given my initial diagnosis of colon cancer. The 28th pathology confirmed this dreaded news. My head was swimming and I kept asking myself how did I miss this? Did I ignore symptoms? What happened? I traced back what I now believe are/were symptoms but at the time presented themselves as being related to something else. After significant loss in my life of my father, friends and a precious student over two years, my depression had overcome me. On the outside, I put on the mask but inside I struggled. In December and January I napped/slept a lot. Now, yes, those who know me know I love my sleep, but this was above and beyond the norm. Again, I related it to my depression. The end of January I began to have little to no appetite, sometimes forcing myself to put something into my body so that I could have energy. This was not like me!!! I’m an eater - all emotions deserve food! But I thought my depression had taken on a new level for me. Shortly after, I noticed blood in my stool but not significant enough for me to be concerned. By mid-February I woke with some severe pain under my right rib. I saw my primary physician for this. He believed I had pulled or torn a muscle deep due to a crisis intervention technique I had recently used. That came and went for a few weeks.


After two weeks of experiencing a new and very uncomfortable symptom, I saw the nurse practitioner. I told her of my two weeks of 24/7 indigestion and bloating (almost like I had just eaten a thanksgiving meal for every meal). She went to work scheduling a colonoscopy and endoscopy, blood tests and asked me to complete a test at home. March 21st, that same evening, I was sent to the ER due to more blood in my stool than I had previously experienced. CT scan was completed which showed multiple lesions in my liver. I was sent home with orders to follow up with my primary care physician, which I did the very next morning. It was at this point my “bulldogs” began their work. My nurse practitioner had the colonoscopy and endoscopy scheduled within 4 days. March 27th was the procedure where I received my initial diagnosis, a tumor believed to be cancerous was found in the colon. While my loving husband held me, I sobbed. This wasn’t suppose to be happening. Dr. Cheruku, another bulldog and my gastroenterologist called us in on the 28th to tell us that pathology confirmed the diagnosis. She believed that the lesions in the liver were also cancer and wanted to get me into an oncologist as soon as possible. The initial date she was given to schedule was not good enough for her. After some dialogue, we agreed to move onto another oncologist and I was scheduled in just 6 days. Dr. Cheruku also knew that there would be several tests, including a liver biopsy, the oncologist, Dr. Singh, would need. She scheduled those to be done before my appointment with him.


On April 5th, along with my husband and mom, I met with Dr. Singh. He confirmed our greatest fear....stage 4 colon cancer with liver mets. Tears were shed but I refused to let this diagnosis define me or consume me. That attitude I have carried with me since my diagnosis. So I will be fierce. I will not give up. I will not let this disease consume my life. I refuse to be an average statistic. #befierce


Newest Update

Journal entry by Tammi Kuhn

This is the final chapter of Tammi’s Caring Bridge story. I’d love to say that Tammi’s story had a happy ending, but unfortunately it did not. Please bear with me as this is undoubtedly the hardest thing I will ever have to write, but Tammi wanted me to write another entry into her story. She was too weak to do it herself. I am keeping my promise to her and in no way can I write as eloquently as she did but I will do my best in honor of her. This Caring Bridge site was so important to her and it was very therapeutic for her to write these journals. My brother printed off all of her entries and gave it to me and as I sat down to read each and every entry in order I was quite simply in awe. You see, when she was diagnosed with cancer in April of 2018 our doctor described it as a journey, and to Tammi, it was. These entries are her journey, and it is my job to write the final one.

Tammi passed away on November 29, 2020 in the same way that she lived, gracefully and peacefully. She entered hospice care around the beginning of November. She was tired of the chemo treatments and the pain that it caused her. She knew- and she was not afraid, that her days on earth were numbered. We were hoping for 9 months? 6 months? But whatever time she had she wanted to enjoy it chemo free. She had a scan early in November and our worst fears were realized. The cancer had grown significantly in her liver and Dr. Tan, our doctor at Siteman, sadly stated that there was nothing more they could do. It was touching to Tammi that there were tears shed as he told her. Tammi was in the hospital at the time, so when she was released the next day it was a quiet ride home.
Not a sad ride, but rather a reflective ride. She looked out the window and seemed to be in a quiet trance. When we got home we talked. And talked. About real stuff. About hard stuff. Stuff most people would feel very uncomfortable talking about.  All throughout this ordeal we would always say to each other, “We are going to take it one day at a time and build good things into our lives each and every day,” followed by “ We’ll cross one bridge at a time, and when we cross that bridge, we will enjoy the ride until it’s time to cross the next bridge.” We lived by these two mantras and said it to each other many many times. 

Tammi was not afraid. She told me, “I’m not afraid of dying, I just don’t want to go yet.” She wanted to see Emma walk down the aisle, she wanted to share coffee with her friends on the deck, she wanted to spend time with me, her mom, her kids. You see, Tammi loved life, and she loved sharing it with people. She was such a people person! One of the final “events” that she loved was inviting a few close friends over for a fire pit in the driveway. That day she cherished so much, as she was with people she loved and cared about. Of course, just about anybody could have been there, and she would have the same feeling about each and every one who showed up. That’s just who she was.

Two weeks before she passed, a dear friend organized a “walking parade” where people passed by and waved to Tammi and to say hi! The Covid pandemic has made it very hard for people to get together, and it was hard for Tammi. We were shocked when over 200 people walked by the house, waving and giving air hugs to her. She loved it! She could not wipe the smile off of her face. It meant so much her! 

Unfortunately the last two weeks of her life cancer reared it’s ugly head. We had the blessing of having our hospice nurse being our next door neighbor Lisa. They have been our neighbors for 17 years and Lisa offers her services for Tammi as a gift to us. Talk about a gift! I had conversations with Lisa about how much time Tammi had - first I was hoping spring, then hoping Christmas, but as each day passed it looked bleaker and bleaker. I’ll spare the details of the final weeks but during that entire time Tammi battled and never once complained. As I stated before, she passed the way she lived- gracefully and peacefully.

The outpouring of the community- I cannot put it into words. Tammi has impacted the lives of so many teachers, students, administrators, just about everybody she came into contact with. She just had that impact. My brother Bob talked about Tammi’s legacy. Her legacy will live on in all of us. How can it not?

I’m sad. I’m really really sad. I wanted more time with her. We had so many things we were going to do. And yet, I’m not sad. I got to spend 18 years with the kindest, most caring, most wonderful woman on earth. As Lou Gehrig said I’m the luckiest man on the face of the earth. All the things that those who knew her love and cherish, I got to experience that and then some, each and every day. I will miss her terribly and I don’t know what tomorrow brings, but I do know this. The best way I can honor her is to live my life with kindness and compassion the way she did each and every day of her life. 

Thank you to all the people who have read these posts and shared in Tammi’s journey. Thank you to the community of Chatham for the outpouring of love and support. Thank you to all the teachers and administrators who worked with Tammi. Thank you to all who sent letters, cards, and gifts you have showered Tammi with the past  2 1/2 years. Most of all, thank you for caring. Cancer is a journey that no one should have to go through. Get that colonoscopy. This is the final chapter of Tammi’s Caring Bridge, but it also the beginning of her legacy. Let us live with kindness and compassion as she did. 

“In a world where you can be anything, be kind.”


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