On 2 December 2010 I wrote:
A certain grey skirt is something of a litmus test for me.
… it’s now too tight to wear again.
Have I just eaten too much chocolate? Or is this a symptom of Bad Things going on in there?
…
In my bones, I know it’s not the chocolate.
Last week I saw the surgeon. Did a CT scan and a blood test. Saw the surgeon this morning to get the results.
I was right about the chocolate.
This is good news:
- The uncertainty has gone. No longer need I wonder if I might be the 1-in-a-squillion who survives a long time after ovarian cancer diagnosis. Nope. I’m just one of the crowd. One of the very hard parts of being sick is the uncertainty. So some has gone.
- The ovarian cancer has won. Therefore, the breast surgeon might stop telling me she wants to chop off my breasts.
- I hate my mobile phone (it’s an HTC Touch Diamond 2: ghastly!). I’ve given up on it and I’m currently using a $35 Nokia. Now I don’t need to worry about what to replace the HTC with.
- No need to worry about when/if to buy a new car.
- I’ll get to watch all the DVDs I’ve accumulated in the last 6 months or so. (I had figured that chemo would roll around again at some point, so I’ve been stocking up.)
- I’m going to stop work. No more demanding clients! (Downside: I’ll miss the work; I’ll miss many of the clients.)
- My supply of plain, black, high-heeled stilettos will see me out. No need to worry about the next fashion wave of low-heeled, round-toed shoes that make my feet look like a circumcised mouse mat.
- I definitely don’t need to worry about whether I’ll have enough money in retirement.
Off to read everything there is to know about what happens when ovarian cancer recurs…..