Well, there are so many beginnings, but I'll start with the first cancer diagnosis. I was 26, married to my high school sweetheart and mother to a beautiful 8-month-old boy. I'd been having some abdominal pain which I thought to be bad Chinese food from the night before. Poor Chinese food, aren't we all so quick to judge? I was mad because getting food poisoning from my favorite Chinese food place would really suck. This isn't a large town, there aren't that many quality Chinese restaurants in my vicinity. Plenty of bad ones...Anyway, my husband finally dragged me to the hospital the morning of my second day of bad pains. Turns out I had raging appendicitis and would require surgery that day. It took a few hours for the appendicitis diagnoisis however. The sadists in the ER thought it would be a hoot to submit me to a full pelvic exam first. I told them it was my fucking appendix, but I didn't go to medical school so I was sushed. Between the abdominal pain, the indignity and subsequent uncomfort of the pelvic exam and the the migraine that it all had caused, I was not in good spirits. So, when the ER doctor came in to talk to me about the CT scan results, I was pretty pissy. He told me that my appendix needed to come out (thanks Dr. Obvious, is the sky also blue?) and he also said that they had found a very sizable tumor on my pancreas. "Awesome," were my exact words. I always was a master orator. He said that they would do the appendix first and then I'd have to go to a larger hospital for more tests. I was so wrapped up in the appendix and the surgery that I really didn't have the energy to care about whatever the hell he was talking about. I had just 8 months previous had an unexpected C-section following 27 hours of labor. (Again, I told them that the baby was not coming out and I needed a C-Section stat, they didn't listen to me for about 20 hours, bastards). I was not really enjoying the thought of yet another abdominal surgery. Little did I know that the appendix, really a pathetic organ, was the least of my problems.
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
In the beginning....
Well, there are so many beginnings, but I'll start with the first cancer diagnosis. I was 26, married to my high school sweetheart and mother to a beautiful 8-month-old boy. I'd been having some abdominal pain which I thought to be bad Chinese food from the night before. Poor Chinese food, aren't we all so quick to judge? I was mad because getting food poisoning from my favorite Chinese food place would really suck. This isn't a large town, there aren't that many quality Chinese restaurants in my vicinity. Plenty of bad ones...Anyway, my husband finally dragged me to the hospital the morning of my second day of bad pains. Turns out I had raging appendicitis and would require surgery that day. It took a few hours for the appendicitis diagnoisis however. The sadists in the ER thought it would be a hoot to submit me to a full pelvic exam first. I told them it was my fucking appendix, but I didn't go to medical school so I was sushed. Between the abdominal pain, the indignity and subsequent uncomfort of the pelvic exam and the the migraine that it all had caused, I was not in good spirits. So, when the ER doctor came in to talk to me about the CT scan results, I was pretty pissy. He told me that my appendix needed to come out (thanks Dr. Obvious, is the sky also blue?) and he also said that they had found a very sizable tumor on my pancreas. "Awesome," were my exact words. I always was a master orator. He said that they would do the appendix first and then I'd have to go to a larger hospital for more tests. I was so wrapped up in the appendix and the surgery that I really didn't have the energy to care about whatever the hell he was talking about. I had just 8 months previous had an unexpected C-section following 27 hours of labor. (Again, I told them that the baby was not coming out and I needed a C-Section stat, they didn't listen to me for about 20 hours, bastards). I was not really enjoying the thought of yet another abdominal surgery. Little did I know that the appendix, really a pathetic organ, was the least of my problems.
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