My Mom had lung cancer and she lost her battle with it ten years ago. Her left lung was removed and I could feel the emptiness as I rubbed her back. Radiation was hard on her and she decided she didn't want to go through chemo. That was her choice.
I have cancer.
Four weeks ago on the day my Dr. told me, I tried to say those words to two different people and the phrase kept getting stuck in the back of my throat and I cried. How was I ever going to tell my Wife. I guess the two practice sessions helped because when she came home that afternoon I sat her down on the couch and the three words rolled off my tongue then I watched as her face crumbled before my eyes. We held onto each other for a long time.
And we waited.
Having a history of fibroids and two great Dr.'s is what is saving me. For the past five years not only I was doing the dreaded pap smear I also was getting an ultrasound done. The last ultra showed a change which led me to having a biopsy done and that's when the endometrial cancer showed it's face. An internal change had happened, there were no other signs or symptoms that this cancer has invaded my body.
I have cancer.
It's still hard to say because you think it's never going to happen to you. Shit happens. My Oncologist Dr. believes it's been caught in the early stage; we'll know exactly how far the cancer got seven days after the surgery. More waiting. I don't have any more brown hair to turn grey.
The Wife and I are calling this a little bump in the road. She's ready (already) to spoil (spoiling) me and I'm ready to love her even more. Here's three words that I have no problem saying. Fuck you cancer.
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