15 YEARS AGO, I felt optimistic, as a rather eventful year came to an end.
My divorce had been final for several months. Gone with the marriage was the house, sold at a loss. Still, I had a nice apartment and a good job in Fayetteville, Ark. Gwen had moved in with me early in the year and she had found work.
We were building a circle of friends around role-playing games, especially vampire Live Action Role-Play in White Wolf's World of Darkness. We had run a successful LARP at a friend's house, and it looked like we were getting together to start a chapter of The Camarilla, the newly established fan club/LARP society officially sanctioned by White Wolf.
My job wasn't using my Journalism degree I had earned in the previous year, but it was steady work and paid fairly well, at the Mexican Original plant -- owned by Tyson foods, it made tortilla products including chips and taco shells, and was a major supplier to Taco Bell. I had just gotten a minor promotion to a department that was expanding into second shift (I had been a second-shift worker because it paid better and it allowed me to go to college during the day) and since I needed to get better caught up on my bills, I was going to volunteer for some overtime in January.
But first, though, I had to visit the doctor on Jan. 2...
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"YOU GET TO LIVE, BUT YOU HAVE TO BECOME FAT" They didn't tell me that when I was diagnosed with Hodgkins lymphoma 15 years ago, but now I know. This is my story of how I beat cancer with the help of some friendly vampires, and how I've been doing since. Feel free to read, comment and share with others. TO NEW READERS: To read from the beginning, go to the lone entry for December 2008, and hit the "Next" link at the bottom to read all the entries in order.
