This post has been sitting in my drafts folder for almost a month. Why? I guess because I was going through stages similar to grief and didn’t want the world to know (or know how to tell the world) that I have cancer. But now that I have come to terms with my current reality, I am ready to share more details with everyone I haven haven’t told- thus, the purpose of this post.
My surgeon (who did my D & C hysteroscopy) “conveniently” called me on Wednesday, November 2nd at work. As I always do for calls from my doctor, I picked up my phone. She started off by telling me that the results from the pathologist came in. They weren’t good. She went on to tell me that I had “a low grade uterine cancer”. As soon as I heard the word “cancer”, I immediately broke down crying. Anyone who is told they have cancer likely has the same reaction as I do. It just isn’t a good word to hear in any form. As I kept crying into the phone, my co-worker (bless her heart for being the best co-worker ever) was trying to console me while the doctor said a few more things. I don’t remember much about the phone call except that she told me that I shouldn’t worry too much. As a low grade cancer, my tumor was encapsulated and couldn’t really spread. I suppose in that entire phone call, hearing that was the silver lining.
She let me know that she referred me to the UF Health Cancer Center in downtown Orlando and that they would be contacting me with the next steps. I hung up the phone still in tears and called Chris at work to tell him the news. He didn’t believe me at first and thought I was joking because I have never had any “real” health issues before. We talked for a few minutes and he told me we would get through this together. That made me feel better. After my phone call with him, I numbly pushed through the rest of my half-day at work and once I got home, I retreated to the bedroom until Chris got home from work to comfort me.
November consisted of appointments at the UF Health Cancer Center with my cancer team where they went over my treatment options and the Orlando Heart Institute (for CT scans making sure I was otherwise healthy). I was worried that my oncologist would immediately recommend a hysterectomy, but he let me know that there were other options we could definitely try first since I would like to have children.
So far, Chris and I have agreed that we would try the hormone therapy for 6-9 months to try and shrink the cancer. If we successfully complete that, pregnancy may be a possible option. If the hormone therapy does not work, there are other things that we may be able to do before considering a hysterectomy.
I feel completely confident in my doctor’s care and though I think about my cancer every day, I try to stay positive and not dwell on it. The 5 year survival rate for my grade of uterine cancer is extremely high and I am putting all of my faith in God that I will pull through it and be 100% okay in the end. Yes, there are days that are hard and sometimes there is some physical pain, but other than that, I generally feel okay.
I start hormone therapy in December, so I am sure I will post a few cancer-related updates along the way.