A New Meaning for Strength

My journey started many years ago, maybe 12-15 years. Back then I was told I had a floating mass not connected to anything. It was just floating around. Then I went to my OB doctor in September 2021 and was sent to the oncologist the very next week.

My treatment was aggressive

Here is where I grew a relationship with the most amazing set of doctors and nurses. Tests revealed I had stage 2 ovarian cancer. My options were a full hysterectomy and one of the most extensive chemo treatments available, doing it every 3 weeks for 6 rounds.

The staff was amazing

My days at the hospital were long and tiring as I would see the doctor after labs and then go to the Cancer Center for treatment. These special people have giant hearts of gold. Their genuine care and concern for patients and families goes unmatched. I was never nervous or scared, and comfort was their first priority. No joke, after I was given Benadryl, I was knocked out till it was time to go.

Jack hammers in my legs

The rest of those days were not too bad. It was the day or two afterwards. Thank goodness I was never vomiting-kind of sick. I just craved lemon shots or milk to rid myself of the taste of metal on everything and I don’t know what being jack hammered feels like, but I definitely know the sound. So I can only imagine. That’s exactly what my pain was like in my legs, like little men with jack hammers inside my legs trying to hammer out.

Three years cancer-free and grateful

Fast forward: Continued remission and we are almost 3 years beyond. I can’t be more grateful for the chance at life in a different mind.