I wasn’t going to do this.
I wasn’t going to write this so soon.
I wasn’t going to tell you, my fabulous readers all about me at this point.
Not now, maybe later when we know each other a little better. I thought I’d ease into things. Maybe we’d talk a little fashion, swap scarf tying secrets, brag about our Bulldogs. Maybe I’d share this story…later…maybe.
But later is now and the maybe has become a must for one simple reason.
September is National Ovarian Cancer Month.
I am IN TOTAL REMISSION with Stage 2 C Ovarian Cancer. I’ve had surgeries, kissed the chemo gods and endured that strange out of body experience known as radiation.
I’ve made friends with Doctors, nurses, techs, the financial aid office and all those that kept me moving in the hallowed halls of University of Colorado Anschutz Cancer Center in Aurora Colorado.
I am a warrior. I soldier on. I can’t decide if I don’t know any better or I refuse to be defeated.
I battled in 2007, and again in 2012. Yep on that 5 year anniversary I was diagnosed again.
And then there was my baby sister…you know the one. The one that got away with it all when we were kids, the one with the goofy smile, the quick mind, the one with two darling funny little boys, the one that broke into my house to throw away my favorite gray sweatshirt cause “Helen that damn thing is a rag and you can’t be seen in public in that ever again.”
The one that died of complications from Breast and Ovarian cancer on Nov. 7, 2007.
So what can I say from here? Where does this conversation go?
I can tell you so much more. But this is not the time.
Today I just want to say this:
Please see your doctor and please be checked.
September is National Ovarian Cancer Month
