As we all know, life has many ups and downs. Sometimes bad things happen, and you think you will never wake up from the nightmare. When I was told I had uterine cancer a month ago, it was like I fell into a black hole with no light in sight. I felt completely alone, like it was just me and the cancer. Well, I was certainly wrong about that. At first, I did not want to tell anyone except, of course, my family and closest friends. I didn’t know how to get the words to come out of my mouth, much less deal with it. It was like an out-of-body feeling, as if it was happening to someone else and I was just watching. However, reality sets in pretty quickly and I had to do something. I had a couple weeks before the surgery to think, and decided I could not do this on my own. I realized I needed so much support and lots and lots of prayers to make it through. Suddenly, I was not alone anymore. In addition to my family, dozens and dozens of my wonderful friends lifted me up and practically carried me through this. So many of my readers here, who have never even met me, wrote such lovely emails of support. When I was in the hospital, my room looked like a florist shop from all the flowers sent. When I got home right after the surgery, I had gifts and cards waiting for me. It was life-saving, and I thank you all. As for my two precious girls and my wonderful husband, I couldn’t even have moved without them. My girls slept in cots in my hospital room and never left my side. After I got home, they stayed here with me. For the first week, Kristina had to give me daily shots in my stomach. I played endless games of “Words with Friends” with Kara and my mom on our iPads while I was flat on my back. And my Bill, AKA Superman, did everything he could to make me comfortable, from fluffing up pillows to helping me wash my hair.
As for my prognosis, it’s nothing but good news. I had my first check-up yesterday with the oncologist. I am cancer free, and the hysterectomy took out all the cancer, as I was still in Stage One. I don’t need chemotherapy or even radiation. The worst of the nightmare is over, and I can start to move on with my life, which includes getting back to writing my blog! I will probably not return to a normal writing period for at least a month, but will post things here and there while I finish my recovery. Lastly, if any of you reading this face the same kind of diagnosis, please write me. I’ll be there to listen, dry tears, and give endless support. And also to remind you that you are never alone.
It’s good to be back. More than I can ever say.