One month ago, my Friday was not relaxed like today.
One month ago, I finished one more load of laundry, tidied up the main floor, vacuumed the rugs, washed a few dishes, cleared the counters, and even cleaned the bottom shelf of my refrigerator.
One month ago, I needed to stay busy before we left … left for the hospital.
Yesterday, I shared about enjoying a sunny day with books, felt-tip pens, and writing time. That morning, I was ready for answers and a solution. You see, school began August 5. On August 6, my female cycle decided to kick in for the first time in eight months. Really??? I should have known stress would trigger it. I was on the hopeful side of being done with “IT”. But the normalcy of nature played it course.
Two weeks later, IT happened again. Are you kidding me??
Time passed and IT didn’t stop. Pain increased. Tiredness seeped my energy. I struggled to remain normal when my body was not cooperating. My first appointment, my doctor predicted that my body was beginning to change and medication would be able to regulate the cycles. I was relieved. I just wanted IT to stop, go away, be done!
But… precautions had to take place, “Just in case there might be something amiss.” My first appointment led to an ultrasound, then my first biopsy. That biopsy led me to a gynecologist specialist. The second biopsy was inconclusive. “Just in case” a more evasive procedure happened and the third biopsy showed I had some abnormal cells, possibly cancer.
Flowers brighten my day during recuperation. Of course, Moo is nearby too.
I remember staring at him, pen in hand, a bit shocked. The C word had arisen. I guess I knew cancer was a possibility all along, but it was something I didn’t dwell on. Who wants cancer? Not me. He referred me to a gynecological oncologist to perform a hysterectomy, “Just in case.”
Three months from my initial doctor’s visit, I had surgery. My husband and daughter were there. Staying calm and not worrying during the waiting days between appointments was not easy for three months. Scripture, prayer, my Savior calmed my unknowing. Family, friends, my school encouraged. Facebook and texts showered written blessings.
One month ago, surgery was successful. It cleared me of the amiss in my body. The pathologists would check, “Just in case” their initial diagnosis was incorrect.
At my follow-up appointment, my doctor explained, “Your uterus was checked millimeter by millimeter. Cancer WAS found in a small area.” The “Just in case” saved me. No chemo needed right now. I’m on an observation status with six month checkups prescribed for five years, “Just in case.”