05 Apr F*Cancer 2019: “Fighters” – Emily Krob
Welcome to the 2019 F*Cancer Blog – “Fighters”
This is a raw, unedited look in to the lives of those that have been personally affected by cancer. We wanted to be able to use our resources as a platform for individuals to share their take and outlook on a terrible disease. This nine week program will feature a different fighter each Friday leading up to the launch of the 2019 F*Cancer program in June. We stand with all those who have been affected and want to make positive strides to further education, awareness, and support. We are honored to share the story of our first fighter – Emily Krob.
Even Warriors Cry
Emily’s story encapsulates everything that it means to be a fighter, both mentally and physically. Since she was a little girl she had always dreamed of serving her community as a police officer. For the past 14 years that dream has been a reality. Serving as a School Resource Officer, Investigator, Field Training Officer, and Patrol Officer, she has taken great pride in being part of the “thin blue line”.
Suddenly, she was no longer able to put on her uniform. She experienced pain and numbness radiating
in her right hip into her back. “I have always loved to work out”, she stated. “From my college days of being piled in the scrum on the rugby pitch, to the half marathons, triathlons, and CrossFit I’ve completed. I blamed my pain and numbness on too much working out. I began physical therapy and finally had an MRI completed. I was told that I had disc herniations, but then I heard the words ‘you also have a mass.’ I was sent for a CT scan to possibly diagnose the mass located on my right psoas muscle. I also received an injection in my back to treat the herniations. I received no further answers after the CT scan and was ultimately referred to the University of Minnesota.”
She found herself lying face down on the CT table waiting for the doctor to begin the tedious task of
placing the needle in her back. She was having a biopsy. 15 tiny yet important samples were taken from her tumor that day. “I didn’t cry on the phone when I received the phone call that would start my journey. I cried after.”, she said. “It is okay to cry. Crying is the rawest form of emotion for cancer. Even cancer warriors must cry. On November 7 th I underwent a procedure to place a central venous catheter in my chest. It is a daily reminder of what I have. Two days later, I began chemotherapy. I have lost my hair, my appetite, weight, physical strength, and energy. I have experienced a bladder hemorrhage, dizziness, nausea, neuropathy, mouth sores, compromised immune system, received a blood transfusion, and spent time in the hospital.”
When referring to her treatment, she went on to say, “Chemotherapy is hard and it is difficult to explain. I describe chemotherapy as a rollercoaster. The rollercoaster of cancer is tough. Those of us that ride this rollercoaster know all about its highs and its lows. This rollercoaster is one that I did not choose to ride. I was forced on this ride after circumstances that I could not control. I wish cancer would’ve asked me which ride I’d prefer. I would’ve chosen the tea cups.”
Eight rounds. She has completed eight rounds of chemotherapy. She anxiously awaits to be
rescanned to confirm that her tumor, nicknamed Albert, is shrinking then she will continue to forward with treatment. “I will have more rounds of chemotherapy.”, she stated. “I will eventually have surgery to remove my tumor. My treatment is going to take approximately one year. I do not look back though. I refuse to give consideration to my old pain and I celebrate the strength that I have to get through. I believe that my journey is a road forward with some of the best scenery yet to come. My voice can be the driving force to other cancer warriors. And behind that voice, there will always be a smile. I am happy and fortunate to be alive. For those of us with cancer, we choose hope. The hope for better days and for many more years to come. I hope to inspire fellow cancer warriors to keep fighting, stay strong, and know that they are not alone.”