I swear I’ve talked more about my ovaries – at least one of them – in the last five days than I have in the totality of my life up until now. It feels like I’ve had at least 497 conversations, but I’m sure I’m exaggerating. And, frankly, it’s nice so many people care about such things.
Here’s the latest… I called the Wichita office yesterday and asked if they had a cancellation list. They said they didn’t, but to call back every day and see if someone had cancelled. So, about 8:30 this morning I did just that and am seeing him this afternoon.
I’m not sure if there was really a cancellation or if the receptionist I spoke with this morning just worked me in. Regardless, I’ll see him this afternoon and hopefully move this process along.
I’m feeling pretty optimistic this morning. Nothing has changed – I still have no symptoms of ovarian cancer, only one risk factor, and my CA level is normal. The only thing that changed from yesterday is that the doctor I saw yesterday was more pessimistic.
And, I am thankful that if he doesn’t feel comfortable operating on me – because of the tumor or because of my size or because he didn’t like the color of my hair – regardless of the reason, if he doesn’t feel comfortable doing it, we don’t want him doing it. I always appreciate it when doctors are willing to refer you because they’re out of their area of expertise. I cannot argue with his assessment that I should be operated on by someone who deals with gynecological cancer every week, instead of him who sees it a couple of times a year, just in case.
So, that’s the scoop.
Sharon and Jocelyn came over last night and made a Reiki housecall, which was lovely. I finally took a pain pill yesterday after being poked around on, and it wasn’t kicking in as quickly as I expected. I called the pharmacist who told me it was okay to take up to EIGHT lortab in a day and I should just take another one. I resisted, while reading the “could be habit forming” sticker on the bottle. I expected one to practically knock me out. Fortunately, the Reiki took care of the pain while the pill was kicking in.
I know some think I’m being way too open about this. But, I figure you’ve been sharing my life on the blog all along and life comes with bumps in the road. This is one of them. So, I’m going to share it with you, too. I will try to label the posts so if you just don’t want to be exposed to yet more ovary information you can ignore. Normal blogging will return!
I know some think I am being flippant about all of this. Trust me, I’m not. I’m taking it seriously. But I cannot sit around and wallow, whine and wring my hands about, “oh my God, I could have cancer.” Whatever it is, I’ve got to deal with it and I’m just doing that step by step.
I expect a complete and full recovery, regardless of what the pathology says.
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