No one told me that I could not have a clear path with objectives and milestones to kick this crap. I am a creature of habit, and most of the time need a plan. No plan here, because even the professionals cannot know for sure.
My first visit with the oncologist was a glimmer of hope because he tells me it is stage 1, I will need to have a "radical" hysterectomy, then MAYBE radiation treatments. First of all, what the hell is so RADICAL about being sliced open and having parts removed??
So, surgery date rolls around and I am sooo thankful for drugs administered by RNs. (As time goes by, I will have a love hate relationship with these people.) However, I am not thankful for the new prognosis. Crap everywhere, lymph nodes removed and they test positive for cancer. Apparently the "tumor" has tentacles and started a party without me. Luckily, according to the PET scan, the party is only happening in that area of the body and does not appear to have traveled to other places.
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