It is the best of times; it is the worst of times, and it's a long blog post

The last year has been tough. It's been more than tough. When I sit and think about what I was doing this time last year and what has happened in my life since then, the choices I've been faced with, and the paths I've chosen, it's really quite remarkable I'm not in the looney bin. Yet I can't help but think that despite everything, I have a lot to be thankful for, a lot to find joy in, and I'm happy.  Honestly as I sit here wondering how to even begin to put how I'm feeling into words, and think about the last year, it's kind of ridiculous. Let's see how brief I can make this, in the last year my sister died, I started divorce proceedings, I started a new job that was great but then wasn't, my dad nearly died, I met a great guy, got another new job that was great and is still great, had my yearly ultrasound to check for ovarian cancer which turned out not to be so routine and began a saga that eventually led to a diagnosis of PMP or pseudomyxoma perotonei, fancy words for abnormal cells that spit out mucous in your abdomen and may or may not be cancerous, but nonetheless will not stop growing so is fatal unless you do something about it.Some doctors will even call the benign form, which is what my current diagnosis is, a carcinoma because of it's behavior. The cells don't have a "stop growing switch."   This diagnosis has already changed my life in a profound way and will surely change it in ways I haven't yet imagined. 

I had a routine ultrasound in March which turned out not to be so routine. I knew something was off when the tech got really quiet and stopped making small talk. They found fluid in my pelvic area, which can be normal, but after a second ultrasound and it was still there, I had to have a CT scan.  the CT scan still didn't explain it so my gynecologist brought in a gynecological oncologist to consult and go in laparascopically to investigate. Turns out I had a tumor in my appendix that was spitting out snotballs, funny word for a very unfunny issue. However, my ovaries looked ok. So no ovarian cancer it seemed, but now what??  Colonoscopy turned out fine...well except for the whole waking up during it thing which honestly wasn't that bad, they just put me back to sleep.  The prep for it was much much worse. I'm up to 3 doctors at this point and next up is the general surgeon who will take on what was going on with the appendix.  Kyle went to that appointment with me...thank goodness.  Here's a tip: when you have something serious going on with you medically NEVER go to an appointment alone even if you think it's minor.  You won't remember half of everything because you are stressed out and nervous or you will get stuck on one thing and forget to ask questions. Gen Surg said I was looking at one of three things.  A. it's completely nothing, it's just weird fluid and there are no abnormal cells.  In that case I can go on with my normal life and they will just take out the appendix and be done with it.  B. It's somewhere in the middle.  There are some odd cells that will continue to pump out snot and attach themselves to organs and cause trouble, but not enter organs, the blood stream or lymphatic system.  Remove appendix, resection colon, most likely do a chemo treatment to kill anything left and there you are. Or C. Really bad situation where there are cancerous cells throughout my abdomen in which case the doctor may or may not want to do anything depending on how wide spread it is.  His hope and what I could tell he thought it was was B.  

So after the second lap surgery, the surgeon said things didn't look too bad and that we just had to wait to get the pathology report. Oh and even though it was laparascopic, it was still hell to try to sit up and then sit back down for the next couple days.  Thank god for narcotics when you legitimately need them. While all this is going on, I'm thinking what the hell just happened.  Three months ago everything was fine.  I have a great guy who treats me like a princess, my ex is as easy as possible to deal with through a divorce, I have a great job that I love and is rewarding.  Then suddenly I'm looking at a possible cancer diagnosis, I have 5 doctors who I'm working with.  One of which is a fertility specialist because all this stuff going on inside me has a real possibility of majorly affecting my fertility. I'm hoping and praying that option A is what is going on and I can go on with my life and have everything be easy.  I can finish up my divorce, move on with Kyle, have babies and live happily ever after. But there is a nagging feeling that it won't be easy and I won't get my happily ever after.  The initial path report came back negative, no malignancy found and I rejoiced things WERE going to be easy and I was just being a negative nelly. Then I went to my follow up appointment by myself...again NEVER EVER do that...I was thinking Gen Surg would look at my incisions and send me on my way. Except he didn't. In the final path report, in the very tip of the appendix they had found a few abnormal cells that produce mucous and because my appendix had ruptured because the tumor had gotten too large, it had pumped out all kinds of those mucous producing cells. Option B it was, so I was off to another oncologist who specialized in this sort of thing.  I found out later that I am lucky to live in Cincinnati.  What I have is very rare and not many doctors treat it.  There happen to be two in Cincinnati who do this kind of treatment so at least I don't have to travel for treatment. 

So Kyle and I get in to see the chief of Surgical Oncology at University Hospital to see what exactly all this means and to talk about the surgery.  I'm not sure what I expected at this appointment, but it sure as hell wasn't what I ended up hearing.  I had not done too much research online yet because when I first started looking what I saw scared me and I didn't want to get too far into it until I knew what I was really dealing with.  Why borrow problems?  We met with the nurse first.  She is the main contact and started off by letting me know that what I had is PMP and that the treatment is surgery to go in and remove the snot balls (my word, not hers) and anything affected by it, most likely resectioning the colon and removing lymph nodes, then they do a heated chemo treatment in the abdomen and leave it there for about an hour and a half, rinse it out, then sew you back up. It's usually a 10 to 12 hour surgery. Then you have at least a night in ICU, depending on recovery and when there is a bed that opens up on the floor that they want you to stay on (she said which floor, but since I don't know University Hospital, it didn't mean anything to me). There is a 10 day hospital stay at minimum, but probably two weeks. She also said that it was unlikely that I would return back to work full time for three months. WTF??? To say I was in shock and ready to throw up and had ice in my veins at this point is an understatement.  And this was just the meeting with the nurse.  

Next up was the actual surgeon what was he going to tell me?  All he added to the convo was the history of the treatment, what it was called (cytoreduction with HIPEC), and details of the surgery.  Again, take out all snotballs, most likely resection the colon, take out lymph nodes, probably remove the gall bladder, possibly the spleen, scrape off any organs that can't be removed but are involved in the disease. Do the heated chemo for at least an hour and a half, rinse me out and sew me back up. Side effects are numerous, but not the usual side effects you think of from chemo.  I shouldn't lose my hair, I shouldn't be sick for a long period of time...well at least not from the chemo. I could and probably will have digestive issues for a while that may or may not ever go back to "normal."  But then there was the discussion that I really didn't want to have and really didn't want to hear or deal with.  If the disease involves my ovaries, he will take them out during the surgery.  Even if he doesn't, they will be taking a hot chemo bath which will most likely diminish if not completely eliminate my fertility.  And because of my BRCA 1 gene positive diagnosis, it would probably be best to take the ovaries out while he's in there regardless of involvement with the disease. So what about those babies that I want??  He recommended I talk to my fertility specialist about options but he couldn't really say what affect the chemo would have because there aren't a whole lot of women who have this who are as young as I am or whose ovaries are not involved in the disease. 

Since the nurse said it would be at least 6 weeks before they could schedule the surgery because first they would have to get approval from my insurance, and second they have to make sure an OR is available for the entire day...great another reminder of how freaking serious this crap is...I asked if I could postpone it until September.  That would give me time to enjoy the summer, go to some weddings, get things settled at work and time to figure out and come to terms with what I would do about having kids. I now have a date for the surgery, September 7th, only 2 months away. I spent weeks soul searching and researching my options for children.  Is adoption the answer?  Is freezing my eggs the answer?  Both options are expensive and neither option is a sure thing. Now I have 2 months to figure out if I will freeze my eggs. One thing I know is that I didn't want to go into this surgery with anything hanging out there and I didn't want any regrets or thoughts of shoulda, coulda, woulda.

 I have to admit I have good days and bad days.  Sometimes my mind is in a place where I can't think of anything except PMP and the Mother of all Surgeries, and whether and how I will ever be a mommy.  I try to put up a good front that nothing is really getting to me, but some days I'm on the verge of tears all day and nothing feels right.  Everything sucks and why the hell is this happening to me?  I've been through enough right?  Why do I have to have a "biological car crash" going on in my body??  But then I look at what I do have that's positive and I find joy in the little things. And I'm not saying this to avoid being realistic about what's going on, because it's serious and there aren't a whole lot of positives about the medical stuff.  I can't help but think that when you are faced with this kind of crap in life, sometimes there are things that seem to fall into place that work to help you face it. My job is great, I have wonderful co-workers who stop me every time I try to talk about being sorry for missing work for appointments or for the surgery.  "Don't worry about us, take care of yourself."  My health insurance is almost written for something like this happening.  If I had stayed at either of my previous jobs, I would not have been in such good shape as far as taking the time off or insurance. The man in my life loves me for who I am and would give me anything he possibly could. I love the time with him and his son.  They bring me joy every day. Kyle is there to hold me when I break down and cry and supports me the way I need support.  His priority is my happiness and making me smile. When I went out with him the first time around Thanksgiving last year, I surely didn't think it would lead to loving him the way I do.  My family is there the way they are always there. My friends the same...they are there to rage against the unfairness of it all and they are there to bring good times and fun when I need a break from it all.  

So in spite of the fear, the anger and frustration, the nerves and anxiety, my life is good.  It's still an adventure and all adventures come with dark valleys and shadows.  It's how you get through those valleys and dark places in life that makes the bright spaces in life all the brighter and life worth living.  Even when you can't hold the light up for yourself, you only have to look to those who love you and they will gladly light the way and face the shadows with you.  OK...that's a little melodramatic, but I reserve the right to be a little melodramatic right now. Life sucks, shit happens, nothing is certain but taxes and death and all that garbage. I refuse to live my life in that place. You choose to be happy, it doesn't just happen.  With all the transition and upheaval in my life right now, the direction I choose is the direction that makes me happy.  I have too much to make me sad and angry, why hold onto that?  All I can do is move forward with the confidence that in the end it will be ok and if it's not, then it will still be ok.