So, let me tell you WHY I received this photo from knitting dad today: That's my mum. That's two glasses of champagne. And I received this at around noon their time. So why were my parents, who barely drink at all, swigging champagne for lunch today? Because of the news I got at today's follow-up appointment with my brachytherapy oncologist, Dr. Fleming. As I laid on the exam table, feet in the stirrups, he looked in there and announced "What a beautiful cervix." The nurse nodded in agreement. It was such an odd exchange, it took me a minute to register what they were saying... See, when Ryan booked this appointment for me last month (on the day of my final brachy) he asked them if they would be able to tell by today if the tumor was gone. And the answer was NO - that what they would see would be a necrotic, dying, sloughing away tumor. So really, we went in there today with no real expectations. So, when I finally wrapped my head around
When I first started this blog, I said something about feeling like this wasn't even happening to me. I began this journey detached, not to mention completely unaware of what I was in for. Well, at this point, there is no denying that this is 100% happening to me. For the last two nights, I haven't even been able to separate from it all enough to just... sleep. Every bit of "that area" feels like it is either on fire or just, like, disintegrating. Literally. My skin seems to just be falling off. The blisters I've written about look almost gray in color. At yesterday's appointment, the nurse examined me and decided that what it may be, rather than blisters, is a yeast infection. Not in the traditional location, but just there in the folds of my skin. Gross. So, now I've added Monistat to the list of seemingly useless goops that I am smearing around my groin, none of which have helped in the slightest. I also finally relented, yesterday, to accep
You could have pulled a gun on me and I would have laughed at you. Nothing I've ever experienced even remotely compares to my anxiety over these test results. I have never been so afraid of anything in my entire life. But the news is good! She has only the one mass that we knew about and nothing more. Her mother hugged the doctor, which was awkward... but I wanted to do the same thing. She is so strong and amazing. This will be a bad memory before we know it.