So to continue from that dreadful day my poor GI doctor told me the “C” word. I waited in the doctor’s office for my husband who left work to be with me. (God bless that man’s soul.) I remember going into the restroom to splash my face with cold water. passing by the receptionist on the way. She knew , I could tell by the look on her face. She didn’t know what to say. Everyone seems to be at a lost for words at this point. I just needed to feel that cold water on my face, to feel anything at this point. I was completely numb, in some sort of trance. Staring at my reflection and just thinking WTF!
By the time my husband met up with me, I had decided to go home. I couldn’t stand all the looks I was getting. I already felt I was given a death sentence , I didn’t need the looks to confirm it. My love gave me the tightest of hugs. Looked into my eyes and told me everything will be alright. As long as we were together we can get through anything, even Cancer. At that particular moment it was exactly what I needed. I took comfort in his arms, felt his strength flow through me as I quietly cried to myself over fear of the unkown. Fibromyalgia has already taken the life I was so accustomed to , now Cancer wanted to rob me of what I had left. Little did Cancer know, is I’m a fighter! You picked the wrong person to fuck with!
I met with my PCP the following day. She already was informed of pathology results. She told my husband and I these words I will never forget. “There Is No Time To Process”. We had to act now. Start treatments as soon as possible. She set up my appointments with a thoracic surgeon at Memorial Sloan Kettering Cancer Center. All was taken care of by her office. The same people who had just the day before didn’t know what to say. One less thing for me to worry over, thanks to them. Even when faced with great adversities I have found to come across the most wonderful of souls. For that I will be forever grateful . And so my new journey began.