This is my cancer journey. A no holds barred, raw and raucous portrait of my search for enlightenment while I journal my way through cancer treatment. If you want an honest depiction of the ugly truths along with the lighter side of cancer treatment, then I welcome you to join me on my journey!
April 3, 2013
Today is my descending
colectomy laparoscopic surgery with urethral stints. In layman’s terms, it’s colon
resection surgery. Now, let me answer the obvious question first. Yes, I am scared.
I’ve had six surgeries in
my lifetime. All of them took place just before and after the age of 40. My
advice to everyone, don’t turn 40 because that’s when the surgeries seem to
start. For me it began with a simple tubal ligation about a year after my
youngest was born. My ex was chicken shit so he never got around to getting a
vasectomy – hence my third was born. I love all my kids deeply, but I did not
want a fourth and the tubal became necessary. That was followed by a bunionectomy
on each foot one in 2002 and one in 2003. After that, a partial hysterectomy in
2004 (I kept my ‘vitals’ since I wasn’t ready for full on menopause). Then my
gallbladder was removed around 2006, followed by my knee surgery in 2011. All
were done laparoscopic for
which I am very grateful!
Even after all those surgeries, I
am still feeling quite apprehensive about this one. Hell, you’d think I would
be a seasoned pro by now! It’s the damn C word. For some reason the word cancer
changes EVERYTHING. In my mind, the force is with me. I believe I’ll come out
on the other side of this with a story to tell my grandkids someday. How could
I not? The love of my life is by my side, cheering me on every step of the way!
I wake up a few hours
later. For the next 24 hours I am floating in a morphine cloud. My Greg is sweet to update my facebook page so everyone who is praying for me knows that I am OK. So far... so good! I do remember going in, but
coming out, not so much. I’m still foggy... so foggy I was sure Greg said Dr. N. also took
my ovaries out. Took my ovaries out too? What? I know they aren't the most attractive
ovaries based on my CT Scan, but take them out? Guess it’s good bye cancer. Hello menopause.
My sweetie snuggled up with me in my hospital bed ~ love!