I learned that I had lung cancer on September 5. It is now November 3 and only tomorrow will I learn of my fate. The anxiety is worse than the disease. I’m asymptomatic.
But then, I realize that there are lots of older folks coming down here now. They need to hook up with their Florida doctors, just in case. You know? Well… They ARE back, and they have seniority over me.
I just wish I knew… Chemo? NOOOOO!!!! I’m quite terrified of that. Just kill me.
Surgery? I’ve done that before, and it wasn’t good. But whatever happens, happens. I’m going to be involved, but I can’t help thinking that this is what the Good Lord wants for me. I have to believe that. Otherwise, I’ll go mad.
I know I’m a tad that already, but I really feel like we don’t know what great medical advances will take place in the next five years, right? I mean…
When I had gallbladder surgery at 29, they tore me open from my breastbone, all the way to almost my side. And there is a hole at the end, where the drainage tube was. I wasn’t able to wear a bikini like the other women. I was marked. Now, it’s a small incision, and bang! Done. They do it arthroscopically.
I’m praying for the arthroscopic option. My body will really hate another huge scar, and even at 73, so will I.
This journey continues…
Meanwhile, I’ll find a way to erase this anxeity. You with me?