So this emotional roller coaster ride is finally coming back into the station. Long story, but the readers digest version is we went to the ER twice for stomach flu. After demanding a CT scan we find out she has a softball size mass on her ovary. She gets an ambulance ride to a larger hospital at 3:30 am. We see the Gyno/Oncologist and he prepares us for stage 4 ovarian cancer. Plan was to take out tumor and female bits. He comes out of surgery way early and says it’s not ovarian, but growing off the intestine. Another surgeon is taking the tumor out and 2” on either side of the mass. Great news! Same surgeon says it’s benign looking. Great! Resident comes in next night in the hospital and says no cancer. Awesome!
Couple days later a new oncologist comes into the room and says it was, in fact, cancer. Damn. But we can treat it with oral chemo and the tumor is gone. Another post-op CT scan found a small nodule on the lung. Damn. But the chemo should wipe it out. Awesome. 3 years of taking a pill, hopefully minimal side effects.
We are blessed. Being in a cancer center puts EVERYTHING into perspective. There is always someone who has it worse and they need our prayers more than we do.
We are optimistic and very hopeful. She’s been a trooper through this whole thing. I’m so proud of her. She is truly the best part of me.
