Wednesday, October 23, 2013

The mass that wouldn't go away

To update you all on my recently scary adventures:

I went to the surgeon today to talk about the mass that has decided to make itself at home on my right ovary. I went into the appointment terrified of what the doctor might have to say. Was I going to need a full hysterectomy? What are the chances of it being cancer? There were so many questions that I have had for so long that I was begging for answers. Luckily, he was just as prepared as I was to talk about the findings. There is no need for a hysterectomy at this time. They are running the screens to see if what I have contains any pre-cancerous or cancerous cells. But I always learned a new word today...

What is this you ask? I still have not fully grasped what tags along with this word. All I am completely sure of, is that I have this, and that it is not going away. 

A part of me was relieved, I for now, do not have cancer. But I am also in a way disappointed. I was hoping to just have this mass removed and to go on with my daily life. However, the doctor has made it clear that daily life isn't going to be quite the same anymore. I will be starting some new medicines, as well as continue to a genetics doctor to see if I carry the gene to possibly have Ovarian Cancer. So here I am yet again, fighting another battle.


Sunday, October 6, 2013

Prioritizing and Figuring Life Out

It has been a stressful week. We experienced a death and had to travel to NY unexpectedly to attend the viewing and funeral. When we arrived, we chose to stay at his deceased grandparents house-it's where we typically spent our time and seemed fitting that we continue to sit there. However, it was much different. Their house had always been untidy, but it wasn't until now that I was noticing all of the clutter-I'm talking birthday cards from the 1970's, dried flowers from 1992, and the list continues. As I sat there, overwhelmed, it really hit me. You don't get to take any of this stuff with you. And honestly, how much can a dried flower that's shoved in the back of a drawer really mean to someone? I found myself wondering about my own life. I started to do blog searches and pinterest away on how to de-clutter and figure out what you actually need. The truth is, none of us know when  we are going to pass. It can be from an ongoing illness or an instantaneous car crash. I have decided to go through everything in my apartment-and I mean everything, to avoid the hassle of whoever has to come up behind me and do the same. It's time to organize, figure out what's important, and figure out what isn't. That's all for now blogland x0x0x0