Four weeks ago, my life turned on its head.
I went from having precancerous cells to Stage III 2E endometrial cancer in the space of three hours on 8/22. I went to sleep thinking, “I’ll go home, recover from my hysterectomy, and then head back to work.” I woke up with a cancer diagnosis.
I’ve learned a lot about myself in these four weeks. I’ve learned a lot about my health, my genetic make up, Lynch Syndrome, and more than I ever wanted to know about cancer (and believe me, with two sisters affected, I already knew a lot).
I’ve learned that chemo sucks. That the day of is great, but the 10 days that follow not only test your system, but they test your basic make up. I found out what I am made of. I found out what I can handle. I found out that when I dug deep down, I am tough as nails.
I found out in the past four weeks exactly how much my husband loves me. And it is more than I ever ever ever thought. My husband didn’t cry when we got married, but he’s cried more since my diagnosis than I’ve ever seen.
A lifetime of change.