Lesley Anne Murphy

when in doubt,
take the road les(s) traveled.

Exactly 365 days ago on April 11th, 2017, I remember walking into the Cancer Institute in Little Rock, Arkansas around 5:30am. It was so early, but I knew I’d be comatose on an O.R. table soon. Cameras were following me down the hallways since Inside Edition was covering the story. I was led into a changing room where I put on compression socks and a chic blue hat. A nurse stuck an IV in my arm and handed me Marinol to swallow, sort of like an FDA approved form of marijuana, if you will. I started feeling really good about the whole process here. I kissed my parents goodbye and was wheeled into the operating room.