I have now been writing this for about 4 or 5 hours and have 8 pages written. I have been trying to put all my emotions, thoughts, and information on paper to write what I thought would be a short blog. No luck. I will continue writing though, and getting more stuff out of my head and heart. So to keep this short, I will just put down what has happened to me in the past couple of months.
In March I started my prep for my colonoscopy on a Mon. morning. I started having major side effects from the prep and finally passed out about midnight.
I had my colonoscopy on Monday morning, at the hospital with my surgeon, still in alot of pain from the prep. The colonoscopy went well.
I was in severe pain, nausea, bloating, fever, from my ribs down since starting the prep on Sunday. That lasted all week. Not from the colonoscopy.
Thursday morning I ended up with an emergency appt with my surgeon about the pain and symptoms I was having.
My surgeon walked into the room and was concerned about me, but smiling at the same time. We discussed what was going on and found that my potassium had dropped critically low again (past problem) and that the prep was causing many of my painful problems.
My surgeon then started talking with me about my procedure. She stated that everything went really well, only one polyp and the other biopsies she took where all clean!
I started crying and could not stop. I could hear myself asking her why me, how? She took my hands in her's and told me to look into her eye's and repeat the words she was saying.
Remission..........we said it over 3 times together, with tear's in her eyes also.
She said I have been given a gift, to keep doing everything I have been doing, to embrace each day.
I sat there, crying, asking her why me?? I know of so many other's that are deserving, who are dying, who are not yet diagnosed. She told me to take my gift of time.
Please understand a part of me, I do know I have been given a gift, a mitzvah.
I have been given tomorrow.
My emotional breakdown was major. It surprised me in many ways to realize that I still do not have it together yet. I did not know how much my cancer dx had taken on me. I went through this alone.........I told no one, and it has stayed that way, my stage 2 colonrectal cancer.
So I guess my main point of all this is I looked up the word remission in my Tabor's medical dictionary, and while searching came across another word. I read both several times.
Here they are:
Rescue: to restore an organ to its normal function after an illness or a treatment has damaged it.
Remission:
1. a lessening in severity or an abatement of symptoms
2. the period during which symptioms abate.
3. the period when no evidence of underlying disease exists.
I can accept both words:
I and my doctor's have rescued my illness, and allowed me to step into a state of remission.
G-d Bless
Sat Nam
always with love and prayer to all,
Laurie
I said and wrote it again!
My book is not closed it has barely begun!
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