I know I’m on hiatus, but I had to share this strange slightly convoluted medical thing.
So my follow ups with my Gynecologist lead to seeing an Oncologist. Scary, but wait.
So all the guts they took out in my surgery were, well, confused. It boils down to that while there were bits of cancer in the cut out guts, there is none currently in my body (yay). This apparently made test results in the middle of “cancer” and “no cancer”. Which to me sounds like someone being sort of pregnant, but ok sure.
My oncologist is very positive with this outlook, while my gynecologist said something along the lines of “well its a good thing we did the surgery, otherwise the cancer would have spread without any indication and you would be dead in a year” Ok, I know I am ok, but knowing that is a bit terrifying.
Last, in the strange but good part: I can’t take hormone replacement therapy because of the almost real cancer. So I’m 34 and all menopausey. However, as my gynecologist said, real quote here, “because you are big, not a normal size, your fat produces estrogen. That will make the menopause easier for you. You are above a normal persons bmi, so the hormones from your fat are good”
Take that, my fat is good for me. Go me and my fat.
Another time I might talk about all the tiny, difficult things that led up to the surgery so that I’m not dead in a year.
PS: Here is a stray puppy that wandered into the yard. We’re trying to find her a home. It was like the universe said “here’s a gift: a cute puppy! Oh yeah, it chews everything, so watch that… enjoy!”