Today is a very special day for me for more than one reason. It is my birthday, but it is also the anniversary of my cancer diagnosis. I would like to share something that is near and dear to my heart. I would love to hear your feedback. Thank you for sharing this day with me.
It was a brisk November day as I made my way across the parking lot and into the doctor’s office. My mind was going in several different directions as I mentally made a to-do list and tried to decide how to spend my day – my birthday. The appointment should not take long. It was just a follow-up from my procedure a few weeks earlier. I was so lost in thought that I almost didn’t hear the nurse call my name. It seemed a little odd that she didn’t stop and have me weigh in – always my least favorite – maybe it was her birthday present to me. The sweet little nurse ushered me into the doctor’s office and not the normal exam room. It was out of the ordinary, but the waiting room was so full I didn’t think much about it. I simply made myself comfy on the couch, pulled out my Kindle and started reading.
Before long, the doctor entered the room with my chart. He had this serious look on his face and then said, “We need to talk.” The pause seemed like an eternity. “The path results came back and it’s not good. It’s cancer.” After hearing the “C” word everything else went into slow motion. Jumbled phrases were making their way through the fog, “Caught it early,” “surgery is necessary,” and “most likely contained.” I couldn’t believe this was happening. I’m only in my 30s. This was just a follow-up. The doctor has to have picked up the wrong file. I simply needed to wake-up. It had to just be a nightmare. The next thing I know I am handed an appointment card for a specialist – gynecological oncologist – in Indianapolis.