In a cold, colorless examination room in Nashville, Tennessee, Cindy first heard the words, “You have cancer, and if you don’t do something, you could die from it.”
She sat very still when the MF specialist left the room. Cindy had been diagnosed with myelofibrosis, a rare form of blood cancer. She couldn’t bring herself to stand up. Her body felt heavy, her feet glued to the floor. Slowly, she tried to grapple with what she heard.
Then, she composed herself, stood up from her chair, and walked out. Cindy was devastated. She hadn't understood the gravity of her disease.
When she was first diagnosed, her primary care doctor hadn’t referred to her condition as cancer: she only knew she might have something called polycythemia vera (PV).
It had happened after an annual checkup. Cindy’s primary care doctor, who was her neighbor at the time, received her blood work at home one evening.
He knew right away there was an issue: there were more red blood cells than normal.
He called Cindy that night. “I’d like to come over and talk to you about your results,” he said. “No,” she replied. Cindy knew something was wrong, and she wasn’t ready to hear it. Especially as a single mom with two daughters in school. Eventually, she complied, and her doctor came over and told her what he saw, referring her to another physician who confirmed the diagnosis.
Telling family she had a chronic, progressive disease was hard, she says. She told her sister first, but couldn’t bring herself to tell her parents. Telling family was hard, she says. She told her sister first, but couldn’t bring herself to tell her parents. So, she didn’t. A few days later they all attended a family wedding rehearsal. There, her brother-in-law walked up to her, “How did your test go?” he asked, in front of her other sister who hadn’t heard the news yet.
Cindy’s heart started to beat quickly. She didn’t want to have this conversation before the wedding. But it was too late. She had to break the news to everyone. First to her sister, then to her parents.
Cindy knew something was wrong, but she wasn’t ready to hear it.