03-09-22 The Stowaway
Today was so productive, the sun was shining, most things were right with the world…
At 2:30 I got a call from the Surgeon/Gynecologist who I was referred to for the ‘simple cyst’ found in my abdomen when I was in the hospital over the New year of 2020-21. I had seen him in September of 2021 and he reviewed the most recent ultrasound to assure me that he was adamantly sure it was not Cancer (the only time he mentioned that word and the markers he would look for) but to reassure me, we should do another ultrasound in January and see if I would like to have it removed or just have a test once a year to monitor it. I put it out of my head at that time. January and February were very busy for me and I didn’t even note that I hadn’t received a call from Radiology. Last Thursday I left a message and on Monday had the Ultrasound. Today at 2:38pm I received a call from Dr. Rode telling me it had to come out and I would be booked on March 28th or 31st. I lost track of how many times he said the word Cancer. It was surreal. He gave me the run down of what will happen, best case scenario, and all the worst ones. That story ends with me going to Vancouver. I was in shock, went to his office to sign all the paperwork and pick up the requisition for blood work as I have a C-antibody that makes me have to give my own blood or have it specifically brought from the blood bank and he was concerned about it getting done n time. I will go tomorrow morning to the lab and wait until I get in. I drove around, pulled over and called my son and my Mom, then stopped in at Ashlée’s where she recorded the conversation to share with Rae-Anne as she was still at work. I then went for a drive, calling a friend whom I had promised to keep apprised and showed up for my volunteer stint at Key City Theatre. The volunteer manager was so kind and after a night of bar tending and making happy chit chat, she let me leave before all the clean up as the shock had worn off and I needed to get home. I stopped at the liquor store and bought an expensive bottle of Scotch, pouring only two fingers when I got home. I talked to a few other people, sent messages that needed to be sent and then FaceTimed my dear friend who constantly reminded me to breathe and made me laugh. Tonight I am exhausted from the shock, angry at the casual attitude over a year ago to a simple cyst and am trying not to be terrified. I need positive energy, this stowaway needs to go. Or maybe I should call it my Dark Passenger (I do love Dexter). For now I will be grateful it was found and try to relieve stress in my life to focus on all things healing and wonderful. All thoughts and prayers gratefully accepted.
triumphgal 