The last round of tests have been strange. My periods resumed just after my diagnosis, which worried my oncologist. He referred me to an OB/GYN for some tests as well as my annual exam, which was overdue.
I went into the office thinking I would get a confirmed date for my oophorectomy, but was told instead that they needed a tissue sample, which would be “crampy”.
I think male OB/GYNs are the masters of the understatement. Not being owners of the parts involved, perhaps they are less in tune with the way some things feel. So they basically took some tweezers and pinched off part of my uterus. This, he explained, was to rule out any chance that the cancer has migrated into my uterus. This procedure was the second most painful thing I’ve ever experienced. It almost ruined my day.
On the other hand, I was dreading my bone biopsy, which was accomplished very quickly. I didn’t feel a thing. It was very unlike my breast biopsy in 2012.
Afterward, Ryan and I went to Aiea Bowl. I had my very first oxtail soup. It made up for the uterus nightmare.
I wish I was getting a more accurate picture of what’s going on. I’ve been examined head to toe and inside out, and nobody has told me what they’ve found. I don’t know how much I should be worrying and I’m starting to feel optimistic.
This could be a problem. It’s when I get optimistic that things happen.
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