Start the torment

So, now I know that I will be subjected to radiation and chemo. Thrilling. I had to wait a month after surgery to start the treatments so I could heal before being polluted. I was scheduled for 5.5 weeks of radiation and chemo to match. I thought in the beginning I was getting off pretty light, because the only major side affect was exhaustion. But, as you get further into the treatments, you start having other issues. I will spare anyone reading this the details.

Anyway, the radiation was 5 days a week, and the chemo 1 day a week. Radiation does the most damage as far as I am concerned. But, there is this "thing" about chemotherapy. I guess I was not sure what to expect. Of course, it doesn't help that I have a major problem with needles. Especially, if someone is poking me with one. Imagine my total excitement when I find out that once a week I have to get an IV and hang out in the hospital for 6 - 8 hours.

Stage..life is a stage

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.

Chicken shit OB/GYN

I have decided that when the Dr called me to tell me I have cancer she was the biggest chicken shit of all. Why would you call someone and do that? She really had nothing more to say, accept that I would be hearing from "someone" that would schedule an appointment to see an oncologist. I had to wait a freaking week to see the oncologist and I was in melt down mode. I should not drink wine when in melt down mode. Let's just say I went on a bender one night, embarrassed myself in front of my boss and my poor friend who at that point was looking for an escape route, and I am not quite sure how I managed to wake up in the morning.

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.

A procrastinator as usual

I have been meaning to set up a blog for awhile. Why? Because it seems as though everyone and their grandmother has one. Another reason; I have cancer and have had the most bizarre experiences. Some funny, some just plain evil. So, since sharing is caring...I too will be obnoxious in the blogosphere.

I shall return another night to amuse and entertain. As for now, I will be sucking down a vicodin and calling it a night.