Hello, Good News!
I cannot even begin to express how relieved I am. Ryan's post pretty much sums it up. As the weekend wore on, I began worrying more and more. What if the has cancer spread? What if my bleeding meant endometrial cancer? What if it wasn't actually treatable? What if I had to have a hysterectomy? What if I couldn't work for months and lost my job and, with it, my insurance? What if Ryan or one of my parents had a complete mental breakdown? What if? What if? What if? By the time I fell asleep last night I was so tense and in such an oddball position that I now can barely turn my head all the way to the left. Ouch!
But it was all good. My radiation oncologist gave us the good news at my radiation simulation exam this morning where I also got three new tattoos (tiny dots one on each hip and one in the center) to line me up with the lasers for each radiation treatment.
Also got to meet with an awesome lady to learn about the chemotherapy. That starts tomorrow. (SO FAST!) We got all of our questions answered (no hair loss - YAY!), 'scrips for anti-nausea and anti-anxiety, piles of info, and a quick tour of where I'll be spending 8 hour days once a week for the next 5 weeks. (Everyone in there was so old... sad.)
Then my first radiation appointment is Wednesday afternoon and I am planning to go to work at least for the morning Wednesday and then hopefully every day either before or after radiation, depending on when they schedule my regular visits!
I'm still feeling very positive (well, now that we know the test results) and one thing keeps playing through my mind over and over. "Grace under pressure." THAT is who I want to be through this.
Love to you all, Phoebe