I had an English teacher in High School who always told me to start my stories at the beginning and work my way to the end. I have never been the best storyteller and my writing tends to be better if it is technical writing not storytelling. In this case though I really have to start my tale in the middle and work my way back (and forth from there). My story starts on June 3, 2011 at about 10:00 Pm., just about 8 weeks before my 45th birthday. That was the night I was diagnosed with CANCER.
I had my husband drive me to the Emergency Room at Lexington Medical Center that night because I just had so much pressure in my gut. Maybe the Lasagna I made for dinner was making me sick? I felt like I needed to use the bathroom but, I couldn't. Felt like I needed to throw up, couldn't do that either! Really wasn't expecting them to help me when I got there because I had been sick for weeks ( or maybe years?) and none of my doctors had figured it out. I had past diagnoses' of Fibromyalgia, Hypothyroid, and Degenerative Disks in my spine and none of them really completely fit what was going on with me. I was pretty sure my file at the doctor's office had a big red flag with the word "Hypochondriac" included somewhere in the folder! I was sent to a bunch of specialists and no one was able to get me feeling normal again. I was so exhausted, I just wanted to go to bed and never wake up. I had given up on being normal ever again and felt I was just going to be a chronically ill person all my life. Turns out I wasn't really suffering from any of those things, I had Stage 4 Ovarian Cancer, I just didn't know it yet.
Thing is they couldn't tell me that on June 3rd, 2011,all the Emergency Room doctor could tell me was that I had cancer. I asked him how he knew, and he said he could see it on the chest X-ray they took. According to him, the cancer "was all over". He was so choked up he could hardly get the information out to me and I was left in the room with my husband sitting numb beside me. I don't think my husband could even breathe- he had been down this road with a sibling and I know it was the biggest fear in his life that he would lose her.
All I knew was that I was in trouble, if your doctor gets choked up telling you what is wrong.. how scared would you be?
I didn't even have the presence of mind that night to ask what kind of cancer, I just asked what happens next? I was told they were finding a bed for me upstairs and admitting me. For the moment all they could do was give me some Demerol for pain.I was so miserable. I was happy to have the drugs and wait to be admitted. In the morning I would meet the Oncologist and find out what was going to happen to me.
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Saturday, September 29, 2012
First Post - September 29, 2012
Hello Everyone-
My name is Tara Robinson and this is my first post on this my new Ovarian Cancer Blog . I named it "Scrambled Eggs.. Surviving Ovarian Cancer with my sense of humor intact." I want this to be an informative, irreverant, and sometimes funny space to discuss life with Ovarian Cancer. As I go along I will be adding spaces for people to comment and pages with helpful information. Like some other cancer survivors, I don't move as quickly as I would like, so this will be an ongoing process. If you have any ideas for this blog that would help you, I can be reached at: sparklythings@sc.rr.com .
My goal is to blog about my personal journey in the hope that it will help some one else out. I want people to know that you can survive Stage 4 Ovarian Cancer! My daily posts may just be an update about my day or something new I have learned. I want to present a positive view of Ovarian Cancer. As we go along, I will be adding pages to this blog with articles written by specialists who have helped me as I made my journey through the maze that is Ovarian Cancer. This blog is going to be my attempt to make sense of all this cancer stuff.
Since my diagnosis on June 3, 2011 my life has been turned upside down. NOTHING is the same as it was last year at this time. Some of the changes have been incredibly positive, some scary and negative, and some I am still undecided about. I am one of the women who make up the 17% of Stage 4 Ovarian Cancer patients who survive a year past the date of their diagnosis. I would like to see the number of survivors grow past that 17% and this blog is my attempt to help Ovarian Cancer Survivors and their care givers.
My name is Tara Robinson and this is my first post on this my new Ovarian Cancer Blog . I named it "Scrambled Eggs.. Surviving Ovarian Cancer with my sense of humor intact." I want this to be an informative, irreverant, and sometimes funny space to discuss life with Ovarian Cancer. As I go along I will be adding spaces for people to comment and pages with helpful information. Like some other cancer survivors, I don't move as quickly as I would like, so this will be an ongoing process. If you have any ideas for this blog that would help you, I can be reached at: sparklythings@sc.rr.com .
My goal is to blog about my personal journey in the hope that it will help some one else out. I want people to know that you can survive Stage 4 Ovarian Cancer! My daily posts may just be an update about my day or something new I have learned. I want to present a positive view of Ovarian Cancer. As we go along, I will be adding pages to this blog with articles written by specialists who have helped me as I made my journey through the maze that is Ovarian Cancer. This blog is going to be my attempt to make sense of all this cancer stuff.
Since my diagnosis on June 3, 2011 my life has been turned upside down. NOTHING is the same as it was last year at this time. Some of the changes have been incredibly positive, some scary and negative, and some I am still undecided about. I am one of the women who make up the 17% of Stage 4 Ovarian Cancer patients who survive a year past the date of their diagnosis. I would like to see the number of survivors grow past that 17% and this blog is my attempt to help Ovarian Cancer Survivors and their care givers.
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