LAST YEAR, JANUARY 4, 2021, when I experienced my shocking, medical nightmare, I at-least felt relieved---just knowing the tumor
had been biopsied twice and showed no evidence of cancer. Three weeks after the surgery--- when I returned for a follow-up visit with the surgeon---she lost no time announcing a “follow-up” pathology report showed the Tumor’s “center”
contained cancer cells.
I also learned the female surgeon had talked to her former professor/doctor at the medical center in Little Rock. Because Cancer of the Vulva is considered rare,
the professor felt I should have more aggressive surgery, as soon as possible! The little voice inside me said---something wasn't right about this latest "update."
Suddenly--- I was being
thrown into the "BIG-TIME" Cancer Arena—to “live” as just another Cancer Victim--- and to hopefully-- survive ---using Cancer’s Rules Only.
When I met with the
cancer specialist in Little Rock, He insisted on having his medical students around him so they could “see” and learn from my recent surgery. This omnipotent physician/teacher lectured me like a student-- on how he would remove most-all the lymph
nodes in my lower body--- remove the rest of my outer genitalia—and perform a complete hysterectomy while also removing my vagina and bladder. I would be placed on blood thinners for the rest of my life and other cancer drugs---specific to my type of
cancer. He also stated: “It is highly-unlikely you’ll be able to resume your daily walks and hikes. In fact, exercise of any kind is not encouraged with this type of cancer.”
completing his “lecture”, he stood up and instructed his class to follow him to the next cancer patient-- waiting to be viewed. Apparently, today’s doctors aren’t expected to have memorable bedside manners---because--this “doctor”
never said goodbye-- or good luck—or "kiss my Royal Fanny."
Still in shock, I began throwing-on my clothes, desperate to leave this doomsday atmosphere. I've never experienced a death
chamber but that examining room- inside that ugly all-concrete building—and with all those robotic people studying to be cancer experts---just made me feel like I was being “pushed” straight into death.
Driving myself home---I began talking out-loud--- re-confirming EXACTLY-HOW I planned to spend the rest of my days:
“I will continue to live as I have lived
every day of my life. God will direct my path and I will follow his lead. I will live without prescription medicines, medical opinions, doctors, and--- I will continue to walk and hike daily. I will keep writing my thoughts and sharing my many experiences--
as long as I can sit at the computer and coordinate my mind--- with my fingers.
LOVE will be my ongoing mission as I love, care for, and help others—most-importantly, my four-legged
friends. IN OTHER WORDS---- I will keep living my life-- until I die.