I'm still here!
It turned out to be Ovarian cancer alone; not Uterine. I always thought Ovarian was the "death sentence."
I hurt like hell!
Each area, from the base of my neck to the tops of my thighs should have a little button that when pushed would say, "Don't TOUCH me!" I'd also stomp my foot if I had the ability to do so!
The good news is they got it all, the "not so good” news is, she took about 20 snippets from all over the rest of my organs and sent them out to be biopsied. Now? I sit and wait for results. If you know me, you have to know that patience is not one of my virtues. Just for futures, you should know that I don't do well in traffic or on-hold, either.
I'm pretty sure that within my entire life, I've allowed myself to throw up, maybe 5 times, max, that's it! I will do anything in the world to avoid it! I get sick just thinking about it, but, the real deal of chemo in my future is sounding like its own death sentence.
Today while thinking about how I'll handle having no hair, I walked the hospital halls with my very own pole! (No, not a stripper pole!) This pole had an IV bottle hung on it. I knew a pole would have a use in my life, but I never anticipated that its contents would carry a lifesaving liquid. Having insight is a wonderful thing!
Thank you for taking this journey with me, I truly believe I couldn't do it alone.
You really matter that much to me!
Robin