Forgive me all, but I need to vent badly, and I knew this would be the one place I could safely do so.
Today was the day from Hell, I feel so scared and so alone, and I feel like I did this whole surgery to better my life for nothing. I had this surgery so I could improve my health, lower my risk for medical issues and be there for my daughters, as their father died from lung cancer two and a half years ago, and the ordeal was very difficult for them. They cheered me on to have this surgery so I would be around for a long time.
So as some of you may have read, I have been battling with the weight loss since week two post op. Drs have been treating me for what seemed to be the bladder infection from Hates. Three rounds of anti biotics, tons of tests. Last week my Dr. said maybe it was kidney stones, wanted to refer me to a Urologist, and set up some more tests and a CT scan that I had on Tuesday. Today I was busy had my phone ringer turned off phone was just on vibrate. I knew I had missed three calls over two hours, but wasnt too worried about it. When I checked my calls, (no voice mails) but all three calls were from my Dr. office. While wondering what they called for, they usually leave a message, my phone rang again, guess who....yup the Dr office. I never should have answered that call.
On the other end of the phone was the nurse from my Drs office, she stumbled a bit, her voice cracked, and she said the Dr. wanted her to relay that my cultures had come back, and they found cancer cells. She stated that the problem was they are not sure where the cancer is located. She said it could either be located in my bladder or it could be advanced cervical cancer, and the Dr. wants me to my OBGYN asap. Trying to get to any OBGYN in this town does not happen asap, I called my regular OB and they said soonest I could get in was mid June. The office looked at the other clinics and found the earliest I can get in anywhere is next Saturday.
I have spent most of the day crying, screaming in my head, ranting to myself, wondering what kind of a cruel joke is this? I probably could have dealt with a cancer outcome, if it was something small and in its beginning stages, but nooooo, that is not how my luck works, instead of something easily treatable, I find out that the cancer is advanced enough its turning up in my urine samples, and Dr is ordering all tests to be done Stat. by the labs and imaging.
What kind of thing is this for my girls to go through again? I cant even tell my youngest, she hasnt gotten over what happened to her dad yet, and if I even mentioned cancer to her she would probably have a mental breakdown. How am I going to deal with this? How am I going to come up with the money to treat this? I dont have the greatest health insurance, I lost my job last July, I emptied my bank account to pay for sleeve surgery planning to be able to have a new job come August. Now What???? The only real family I have is my girls, and I cant put them through this again. I am scared to death!
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