My journey into this whole mess started back a year ago. I started bleeding heavily for several months which prompted me to go to the doctor’s and get it checked out. I had various tests done and was then referred to an Ob Gyn for further tests. I had a really good doctor who was very informative and kind and answered my questions that I had. I was scheduled for my first biopsy in August of 2014. I got the results back a few days later, and they hadn’t found any pre-cancerous cells, but they found the lining of my uterus wasn’t shedding like it was supposed to, and so it had built up a lot. I was put on hormone therapy for the next 6 months, and by all accounts, things were good. My bleeding stopped and was “normal” as can be.
In December, I was reminded by my near empty pill bottle that I needed to get in touch with my Ob Gyn again. I phoned her office and was given an appointment for the first week of January. I was also told that at this appointment I would have my 2nd biopsy. I assumed things would be the same like they were back in August. A week went by and nothing about my results. I admit, I was a little worried because it seemed to be taking so long. A friend of mine tried to reassure me by saying maybe they were backed up and busy. I was hoping that was the case. Then, on January 21st, my Ob Gyn’s office phoned to ask if I could come in at noon on January 22nd, go figure, which so happened to be my son’s 10th birthday. I, of course, said yes. I didn’t sleep at all that night. I had a feeling something was wrong. Sometimes, one just knows…. a gut feeling if you will.
Waiting in the “little” room sometimes seems like a lifetime. My Mom was with me, and we talked about the cute Anne Geddes pictures hanging on the wall to bide the time. A few minutes later, my Ob Gyn walked into the room, and I could tell by the look on her face it wouldn’t be good news. She sat down and looked at me and said, ” I got the results of your biopsy, and I’m sorry to tell you, but they found cancer in the lining of your uterus.” I felt my heart fall into my stomach, and as she kept talking about what would happen next, the tears started coming. I tried with everything in me not to cry, but I couldn’t help it. I could hear my Mom crying next to me and couldn’t look at her.
I was diagnosed with having Endometrial Uterine Cancer at age 37. I don’t know what will happen in the next few months, but I do know the journey will be a roller coaster. I am thankful that I have my faith in God to rely on, and the strength of my family and friends. During the night, around 3 AM, a song popped into my head, and it was called “He Leadeth Me.” This song has always meant a lot to me. It was sung at my older brother’s funeral when he died at the age of 17. I found it interesting that particular song came into my head at night while I was crying. I felt like my brother was there with me, telling me, “Hey sis, you got this. It’ll be ok.”
With this thought, my journey begins. As I look at the little gift my Mom gave me yesterday, with the inscription, “Every day is a gift,” I will do my best to be positive, have faith, and fight the good fight.
This is a milestone update for myself. I was diagnosed with Endometrial Uterine Cancer back in January 2015. Due to the results from my biopsy back then, I was told I needed to have surgery. I recently had this surgery on March 25th, and I had a total Abdominal Hysterectomy, Midline Laparotomy, Bilateral Salpingectomy and a Unilateral Oophorectomy. I am going through early menopause and all the emotions that go with that. I’m 37, so I wasn’t sure what to expect per se, but I’m hanging in there. I’m still healing, and when I think back to the day after surgery, being in a lot of pain, feeling frustrated, sad… I’ve come a long way. I survived the surgery, the pain, the tears, and am healing and had my staples removed on April 1st. I’m still having a troublesome spot on my incision, but am keeping the faith that it will heal and that I don’t have any further complications. I find out in 2 weeks time exactly what they found and whether or not my cancer has spread and whether or not I’ll need chemo/radiation treatment. Again, I have HOPE and FAITH that everything will be alright and my journey continues. Thanks for being along for the ride!
I had my uterus, ovary, Fallopian tubes, and cervix removed in March, and I went through a lot of pain, tears, frustration and moments where I just wanted to give up. If it wasn’t for my family and friends’ support, I know I couldn’t have made it. When I look back at all the things I went through, the hope that kept me fighting is what keeps me going on my journey thus far. I have since healed from the surgery, and sure, I have one nasty looking scar, but it just proves I’m a fighter. It took me a while to get used to having another scar. I admit that wasn’t easy to get over. However, it’s a part of me now, and it’s a reminder of how far I’ve come.
In May 2015, I went to see my oncologist to find out whether or not my cancer had spread beyond the lining of my uterus. My Mom and I sat together, waiting in the room with all the shiny stainless steel equipment, and I do admit I was worried. I was holding my breath when my Mom jolted me with her elbow and said, “Just breathe.” My oncologist entered the room and had my file in her hand. She asked me to sit on the table as she sat down and opened up the folder. She started to speak, and I was more or less in a daze because I didn’t realize I was holding my breath again. It was when she said, “From the looks of things, we are happy to say the cancer did not spread beyond the lining of the uterus. You are free of cancer,” that I finally let out a huge sigh of relief and felt the tears fall from happiness. That moment was indescribable. I am, as they say, “cancer free,” and I had my whole summer to look forward to and enjoy and no longer had a dark cloud over my head.
I have truly enjoyed my summer with my family and friends and am thankful every day that I get up and enjoy life. Due to the surgery I had, I was thrust into early menopause and that, for me, has become my next hill, so to speak. The hot flashes are such a pain, and they come at the oddest times. During the summer months, I admit that was annoying, especially when it was over 30 degrees Celsius outside. The depression was something I was not ready for. I struggled to admit that I was depressed, but I finally admitted it to my Mom and my best friend. With their encouragement, I finally went to my doctor for some help. One may think that once the surgeries are over and the cancer is gone that the journey ends. I’ve come to learn that’s not always the case. Another door has closed, and another one has opened. I am still adjusting to having menopause, but I’m a fighter, and this too will pass.
I go back in November 2015 to be tested for cancer again, and it’s always at the back of my mind, if I’m being honest with myself. I do admit there are the odd days that I stay up at night and overthink things. However, for the most part, I’m just hoping that it stays away and am continuing to live and enjoy life to the fullest. Thank you to those who have been inquiring about my journey and to those who write to just ask questions or share their stories with me. I do my best to keep in touch and share in the hope and faith that things will go well for you too. Last, but not least, thank you Fight Like A Girl Club. You have been there for me all along, and I’m so thankful to have found your website. Best wishes and keep up the good work!! 🙂
The informational content of this article is intended to convey a personal experience and, because every person’s experience is unique, should not be relied upon as a substitute for professional healthcare advice.
This story is intended to convey a personal experience and, because every person’s experience is unique, should not be relied upon as a substitute for professional healthcare advice.