Three weeks ago on a Friday I went to get a chest x-ray and blood tests because I hadn’t been feeling well for a while. I’d been very tired, my body hurt, doing even small things felt hard, and I had a cough that wouldn’t go away. I thought it would pass, it was winter and a lot was going around, and also maybe this is just what getting old feels like.

After the steroid and antibiotic I got for what the doctor said was bronchitis didn’t help, I thought something isn’t right.

The chest x-ray was really concerning so I was told to go to the ER for a CT Scan and whatever else they thought I needed.

After a terrifying night at the ER, more scans, MRIs and a lung biopsy, I learned that I have advanced lung cancer.

I’ve been told it is treatable. They keep telling me I am young and strong. I am also otherwise healthy. I have an incredible group of friends, so much love and support, and my mum and sister who have really really showed up for me.

I’m going to be ok because I have to be. I’m also going to have to quit life for a little bit to put all my energy into fighting this. I maybe be here sometimes. I might feel well enough to write. I’m not sure. But if you don’t see me here it’s because I’m working to get better. I hope to rejoin the bigger fight(s) and comedy stages again soon.

Love and solidarity,

Jess