Wednesday, January 25, 2012

The Diagnosis

So, I won't take you back twenty years, I will just start with two weeks ago.  Two weeks ago today, I had a hysterectomy.  It was no big deal.  I had gone to the Dr in September and I went in with the sole purpose of telling them I was ready for the big H.  They did the usual tests and Dr's even chuckled at the size of my unit. (Unit being Uterus) See most men would love a Dr who told them their unit was one for the record books.  ME?  I wasn't very impressed.

Again, the day of the surgery, both Dr.'s were very impressed with the size of my harmless fibroids.  Well, yesterday I was told they were apparently not harmless.  They found cancer.  (sarcoma)  The pathologists could not type them so they sent them away to Cleveland Clinic to be typed.  As Dr V is telling me this, she has tears in her eyes.  She tells me that both my gyn and she had cried when they got the results.......AHHHHHH  I do NOT want my Doctors crying.  (I do love these two though) Dr V looked at me like I was going to lay on the floor and kick my feet, go ballistic or something, I'm not sure.  I've never told anyone they have cancer, so I'm not sure what reactions she has probably gotten over the years.  I'm very low drama.  I'm more of a hear it, digest it,  go to bed and bury my head in a pillow, cry, go to sleep, wake up and repeat if needed person.   She sat there quite awhile and I almost felt like I should start doing SOMETHING so we could get on with curing it.  I have decided when this is over, I'm going to hold a seminar on how to give bad news to patients.  I believe it will be a jazzy song and dance with top hat and cane,  I seriously think I can see it!

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  1. Bobbie I have always loved your sense of humor and I believe that is what is going to get you through this. Sending you prayers. I didn't realize you were such a good writer. :)

  2. Please include mini-bites in the the news delivery protocol. The peanut butter-chocolate ones are my fav.