May 23, 2020 Latest post:
May 14, 2022
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My story began on April 25th. I had put my mask making assembly line away (made 700 masks) and went into full blast packing. I had just made breakfast for the boys and went to the bathroom. I found I was bleeding...badly! Next stop, emergency room. They did an ultra sound and sent me home with some pills and told me to call my GP. Three days later, I went to our wonderful GP who did a biopsy. He booked me into see his favorite Gynecologist, Nancy Kimber. I met with her on Friday. She booked me for another ultrasound. My biopsy came back inconclusive l, so she wanted to perform a D&C the following week. After the D&C she told Pat it looked like polyps and she’d know more when she got the biopsy back. I knew a hysterectomy was coming by now. I had a follow up appointment set for the following Tuesday, May 20th at noon. At 10:30am, I received a call from a number I didn’t recognized, so I ignored it and stepped into the shower. Afterward, I looked at my phone and saw that the unknown number had left me a message. The message didn’t make sense to me and it was from someone with the last name Taylor...so I called them back. To my horror the message WAS for me. A Dr Taylor wanted to change my oncology appointment from 10:30 to 9:30. I let the girl know I had not been told I had cancer. I hung up and called my gyno. The receptionist told me to come to the office immediately. I entered my doctor’s office and she apologized profusely. She said that she received the biopsy results late Friday and because Dr. Morgan Taylor was so sought after, she made the appointment and told their office not to contact me under ANY circumstances! She then told me the bad news. That I had Endometrial cancer with clear cell features. That I would be needing chemo and radiation for this cancer. She is a very kind and warm doctor. I left her office in shock, but reassured I would be treated by the best! I met Dr Taylor (one doc named Nancy and the other Taylor) Liked him immediately. He told me the good bad and the ugly about this form of cancer. So I was scheduled for a CT scan on June 2nd and surgery on June 10th. In between, Dr. Taylor reported that The CT also showed I had a diseased appendix, and that would be removed as well. My robotic surgery went off without a problem and I was feeling back to normal in a couple weeks, not missing any of my female parts. I went to my follow-up and was told I had Stage 1-A. That sounded good! With treatment, I have a 10-15% chance of reoccurrence. But the biopsy also showed I may have Lynch Syndrome. (Not Good). I have done the hour long family cancer history interview (no cancer in 3 generations) spit into a vile and should have results by Sept. first. I have put that worry on the back burner for now. I am now nearing the middle of a “chemo sandwich”. 3 chemos, radiation and 3 more chemos. I have successfully transferred my care to UT Southwestern and have the head of gynecological Oncology department, (who my CA doctor has worked with and recommended) Dr. David Miller. I just finished my second chemo and now know what to expect. If you have to have cancer...having it during a cross-country move, retirement/insurance change issues, taking care of a 98 year old man with mobility issues, trying to finalize a sale of your house and doing it during this pandemic would not be my first choice. But I’m blessed. I have Patric, family and a boat load of friends helping and praying for me. I feel God’s presence in every day. I know I will pull through this! Yes, it’s my worst nightmare and I do get very low and dark minded. (I have a new respect for folks with rheumatoid arthritis) But those bad times don’t last long and when I remember I have so much to live for...that bring me back to a happier place. I pray everyone stays well and survives this plaque. Thanks for your caring hearts and prayers. Much love, Nancy