You may be used to seeing me behind the anchor desk on Saturday and Sunday mornings.
But for last few months, a lot of my time has been spent at the Blue Ridge Cancer Care.
I have ovarian cancer. I was diagnosed right before Christmas.
My doctors knew that I had endometriosis, which is very common in women dealing with your menstrual cycle. They knew that I had cysts on my ovaries. I get tested every year to see how the cysts are doing. They had decreased in size; that's a good thing. So, during this routine examination, they discovered that I had a fibroid, which was the size of a tennis ball. My doctor said you should get that removed. So I did. I had scheduled it for mid December, they removed it, no problem. While they're in there, they cleaned up the endometriosis. A week later I get a call from my doctor - I'm driving. He says you have cancer.
After undergoing four surgeries in two months -- which included having an ovary removed -- I started chemotherapy.
I feel so fortunate, so lucky because you look around and there's always somebody who has got it worse.
With chemo you hear horror stories -- you know that you're going to lose your hair, you know that you can be really sick and there are a host of other side effects.
I was no exception.
I knew this was a possibility, but knowing it and going through it are two different things, so trying to brace myself for that, some days better than others. Hopefully my hair won't fall out before the wig comes in.
Before it got too bad, a good friend came over and we buzzed it!
It was my way of kinda getting control of a situation where I have no control.
There have been side-effects. And, there have been good days and some not-so-good ones.
Chemo is nothing. Chemo is a bump in the road. Losing my hair is a bump in the road. I'm more than my hair.
But, at this point, I'm more than halfway through my treatments and I'm constantly looking to the future.
In the chemo treatment room there's a bell and people ring it for their last treatment, and I'm looking forward to ringing that bell.
I just got a treatment a few days ago and I have two more to go.
My cancer was detected very early and was only in that cyst on my ovary.
A lot of times this disease isn't detected until a woman is in her 40s, 50s or 60s -- many times it's too late.
Medically speaking, no matter what you're going through -- do your homework. Have questions. If you're doctor doesn't take the time to answer them, then it may be time to find a new doctor.
Remember, no one cares more about your health than you do.
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