Such a weird feeling to have missed Art Fair. You all know, Art Fairs are in my blood. It the one thing that gets my heart pumping and just gives me butterflies for days straight.
The week before Art Fair I had been stressing cuz I had no clue what to wear and for some reason my stomach was so bloated I looked 5m pregnant. It was crazy and almost embarrassing. So I went to the Dr to see what he could give me to flatten out my stomach. It was a pretty funny conversation, luckily I have a great doctor so I can say anything to him and he won’t think I am a nut cuz he already knows I am one! He sent me over to get a CT and I went back to his office and he said “You have Ovarian Cancer”. You could see it all over his face. I felt so bad for him. How hard it must be to have to deliver that news but my response was “I’m the best person to get this news today. I can handle it. I can do this.” He made me an appt with a gynecologist oncologist for the next day. I got in the car, called Lynette and said “OMG, you are are not going to believe this.”
Next day I went to the other Dr who is as cute as can be. I wasn’t there long. I remember hearing through the door “WOW” as she was looking at my CT. Then she told me she can’t confirm anything till we have surgery on Friday.
Thursday was a long day but I knew either way I was coming off that operating table with whatever was in me removed. So that was good. And not looking pregnant.
Friday morning I sat in the waiting room looking 5m pregnant and I could feel this older gentleman looking at me. I knew he felt bad for me cuz I was pregnant. I could just tell. I heard later he asked both my DR and my husband about me.
I was in surgery about 7 hours, I got a full hysterectomy, 1/3 of my colon and maybe part of my bladder removed. Ha, I suck at remember the details. I do know the staples in my stomach are pretty ugly. And I do know it was cancer that had wrapped itself everywhere inside me, well just about. It was kinda like Rice Krispies all over the place and they went to town and picked them off with tweezers. Crazy.
So that’s my excuse for missing Art Fair. I missed you guys and I missed hanging out with Joe. Art Fair is kinda the time when Joe and I get to hang out for 2 days and just enjoy the butterflies. Ahhh….
If you think about it post some of your pics, I’m dying to see everything and anything. I can;t get enough of them. It’s the only way I feel like I was there.
We are going to MD Anderson in Houston, in the next 2 weeks to start treatment. But ya, like I said I am bad with details. Good with directions. SO for sure, what they say to do, I will do it. Sam knows, I tend to turn everything into a competition. So for sure I’ve got this and I’m feel quite good about it.