From the beginning

I should start from the beginning. In August of 2009 I paid a visit to my favorite Doc to do the thing us ladies are supposed to do every year or so, ye olde "feet in the stirrups" exam. Now, with the exception of the things I've done to myself to cause pain and sickness, I have been a pretty healthy creature for 41 years. So, imagine my surprise when the Doc decides to do a biopsy. "There is a growth, a "polyp", and we should have the results back within a couple of days." THE NEXT DAY "Hi, I am sorry to tell you, but you have cervical cancer." I was at work when I got the call. It was not pretty.