I am Mary. This is my memory of “the day the earth stood still.” My husband, John, will give you his version of “the diagnosis” in later posts. I have a sort of gestalt view, where days get mixed up, but John’s view will be more detailed.
John & Mary -- John's Story
John has never smoked a cigarette in his life. I say that not because it makes him more “worthy” of good health or that I think smokers “deserve what they get” (because they don’t, by the way). I tell you this because the diagnosis of lung cancer came entirely out of the blue, the mother of all sandbags.
It started as a cough in the spring of 2005. Ironically, I was coughing, too. We thought nothing of it because, if both of us are coughing, it must be a cold, right? At worst, it must be some sort of mold or dust in the house, right? Wrong. My coughing was the result of a weird but well-known side effect of blood pressure medication and once it was adjusted, my coughing disappeared.
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