...Looking back, it doesn't seem so long.... but while I was going through it, it seemed forever.
On Friday, February 15 I stopped by myDoctor's office. I was bothered by what I thought was gout, an inflammation of .the knees. "By the way," I added casually, "my blood count has been a little low, lately. What's going on?"
That's all I said. The doctor took the reins in his teeth and ran away, so to speak. He ordered me th the hospital...do NOT pass GO, Go directly to the hhospital. Then and there there the process began. A day's preparation, and a "lower GI" exam. The doctor who looked inside found a bleeding tumor.
He took pictures. He scheduled an operation.... No more talk of gout. My knee was the least of my worries.
Then the surgeon took over and put me "under" and took out a malignant tumor.
Then it was recuperation, and then off to a different hhospital for rehab. Then LONG hours of resting and struggling in bed to reach the bed controls, the tv controls, and some way to forcer yourself to lie still on your back for days.
When I could get to the toilet by myself, I struggled to be independent again. And then I had to do battle with the powers that be who control our release.
Looking back, it was not so long...but in the midst of it all, it seemed forever.
I am back, weak, being vy careful, typing the best I can, struggling with the typos.
and OH, how the Big C has changed me and my outlook on life. New things seem important. How wonderful it is to have friends to greet me online and wish me well. Thank you thank you.
Everything seems more important...don't sweat the small things/ Not even all the typos I made writing this.