After three months of having medical issues, I recently was diagnosed with ovarian cancer during what we thought was going to be a routine laproscopic procedure. So, at 28 years old, I woke up from surgery only to find out I had undergone a complete hysterectomy and would be starting chemo in two weeks.
My Story begins February 13 of this year when my family and I sat in Baylor Dallas waiting for me to be wheeled into surgery. I was nervous, of course, but was otherwise calm as this was supposed to be a fairly short procedure in which I was expected to recover quickly and possibly wake up minus only an ovary. Of course, my doctor and I had discussed every option, from best case scenerio to worst case scenerio, which was cancer. However, due to my age and no family history of ovarian cancer, worst case scenerio was the furthest thing from our minds. I honestly was more worried about the IV than the surgery itself :)
My first indication that something was wrong was when I woke up in recovery and saw the clock on the wall. It read 11:30 a.m.. I went into surgery at 7:15 a.m. and the OR, at the most, was scheduled for 2 hours. The next thing I remember is being wheeled to my room and hearing crying all around me. I opened my eyes and my dad was looking down at me. I remember saying, "they took it all, didn't they Daddy?" and he said, "yes, baby they did." "I have cancer, don't I Daddy?" "Yes, baby, you do."
My room was full of about twenty friends and family members that were informed of my situation before surgery had really even began. I can't even begin to describe how it felt to know that all of these people cared enough to drop what they were doing just to be there. Throughout the weekend, my room filled with flowers, gifts, food, family, and more friends. There are absolutely no words to thank those of you who visited, called, emailed, texted, etc. Even though it became overwhelming at times, I had a constant reminder that I would not be fighting this alone.
Last Monday, I began my first round of chemo and came through it amazingly well. I was exhausted for two days and in a lot of pain at night, but was still able to make it for my friend Julie's wedding in Tyler a few days later to walk down the aisle before her and show my support for the beginning of her new life.
I decided to start this website to keep everyone involved in my recovery. It took me a couple of weeks to get the courage to begin it, but I will do my best to keep it up to date so that all are informed.
'Do not fear, for I am with you; Do not anxiously look about you, for I am your God. I will strengthen you, surely I will help you, Surely I will uphold you with My righteous right hand.' Isaiah 41:10