Agent of Valhalla (Working Title)

Introduction: Here I Am

You're too young for this

Aren't you a little young?

You're HOW old?!

These are all questions I heard on a weekly basis for the better part of a year going in and out of my local hospital in Kitchener, Ontario. If I had a nickle for however many times I had been told I was far too young to be there, I'd be rich.

At at the time of writing this introduction I am twenty three and went two rounds with this complete and utter douchebag that has a hate boner for me and plenty of other people around the world. So to this disease, on behalf of the warriors I would like to extend a full hearty SCREW YOU!

I'll be honest here, I didn't really want to do a full documentation of this utter horseshit life I've been living for a year-ish, causing me to put off writing the Total Drama fanfiction that I've been writing on Quotev because, you know, priorities, right?

But I decided at the very least I'd put this up on my various accounts that I can (Quotev, Wattpad, wherever I can, honestly) Simply to get the word out there. To tell a real, raw story of the woman behind the screen that wrote stories to bring joy to several people on different platforms, be in fanfiction.net or wherever this is being read. It's time that I put my love for writing back into the forefront, show my hand a bit and let you guys into the parts of my life that I so desperately thought I should hide due to shame, or dislike of myself and how people would see me. Yes, I can be a bit of an idiot, but hopefully some of this can bring a laugh despite how shitty this whole situation is, because let's be honest, cancer is shitty.

I found in the last year-ish that the best way to overcome something so heavy is to lighten the load with humour. You'll be introduced to several inanimate characters along this journey including Kevin, Thor, Jeff, Brad, Dave, Simon and Harold. Don't ask why they're all boys names, I have absolutely no idea except for Brad and Jeff, but that's another story.

Hopefully, in writing these chronicals of my experiences, I don't reach and find someone who's been touched personally by cancer, but if I do:

Hi. You probably know me as DownWithVoldemort or DownWithDeathEaters. Hey there, I see you...probably reading this on your phone or something while trying to figure out what to do next? Seated in a chemo suite or waiting room passing the time by finding random stories and stumbled across mine by accident or if a friend sent it to you? Curled up having one of those days where you can't be strong and just want to cry it out for an hour with a tub of comfort food or watching your comfort movie on Disney+? Wanting to put a brave face on for those around you so they don't feel like you're slipping? How you got here doesn't matter. I've been there. I've been there and I see you and you're in a safe space. I understand your emotions as a patient, and hopefully you find some comfort in reading the fucked up ramblings of a patient nearing the end of her second treatment.

Maybe you're not the patient, but have someone close to you that is...you're worried about them? You've stayed up most nights crying because it's just so overwhelming and you don't know what to do to cheer them up? Your feelings, every one of them is valid. Especially in the new Plague Era we're living in. It's not fun having to deal with this and COVID, believe me.

Whoever you are, for whatever reason you're here, thank you for reading. And in return I sincerely hope that I can provide some tips or insight in what you can do, whether emotionally or physically to help you with the cancer life. Because let's not forget: you didn't chose the cancer life...the cancer life chose you. Whether you think it's God testing your resiliancy or just some downturn of bad luck for you or your loved one or you're just looking to read something new; sit back, grab a snack if you have to and get comfortable, because you're in for a wild ride:

My name is Lynn-Marie Flechner...and welcome to my story.