
After two diagnoses of acute myeloid leukemia, intense chemo and a bone marrow transplant, I’ve learned some things that helped me along the way.

Mary Sansone is a survivor of acute myeloid leukemia. She was first diagnosed in 2016 at the age of 51, and again in 2020. She received a bone marrow transplant at Moffitt Cancer Center in Tampa in 2020 during the pandemic.
Mary also suffered from depression and alcohol addiction in her past. She has empathy and compassion for all patients and caregivers, especially those suffering with addiction issues.
Mary shares candidly about her own experiences.

After two diagnoses of acute myeloid leukemia, intense chemo and a bone marrow transplant, I’ve learned some things that helped me along the way.

Lasting guilt gets no one anywhere — especially when it comes to cancer.

Looking back on my experiences with leukemia and with alcoholism, I realized that the 12 steps of Alcoholics Anonymous can be applied to life with cancer.

Throughout my cancer experience — and my entire life — there were many people who came in and saved my life.

After leaving the hospital, I craved the security and support my cancer care team provided me.

After going through cancer, I better recognize my triggers for heightened anxiety.

After undergoing a bone marrow transplant for my leukemia, I started to have some odd symptoms, and sent wacky texts to my loved ones.

When I was undergoing cancer treatment, writing was a creative outlet that helped calm my nerves.

After being diagnosed with leukemia, my Golden Retriever, Payton, was my emotional caregiver and gave me the will to live.

When I experienced an alcohol and cancer relapse, I fell into a depression. Thankfully, clinicians, loved ones and medicine helped.

I’ve been watching a YouTube channel about Borneo orangutans, and realized that these animals remind me of myself after cancer.

From ballooning ankles to rashes, there were multiple chemotherapy side effects that I had to deal with — here’s how I did it.

As a recovering addict, I was nervous about the painkillers that would come alongside my cancer treatment, but I soon learned that they would be needed.

“Was I OK with dying? Would I still be there for my dog? Can I still smoke?” — all these thoughts entered my mind when my oncologist told me that I had leukemia.