Truth

I have been under a lot of stress...LOL, that is an understatement. I am back to barely eating, not being able to sleep, sitting around on the couch for hours at a time, crying more, headaches, not sure how I am going to cope with everything...and so on. I have some other concerns on the back of my mind, too, but I see one of my oncologists next week so I don't want to mention anything at the moment.

I feel like for any kind of forward movement I have made, I have now been thrown back the same distance times 2.

I was on the Mayo Clinic site and I found some info on endometrial cancer. Here is what I read: http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/endometrial-cancer/DS00306/DSECTION=6

"Stage IV cancer is the most serious and means that the cancer has spread past the pelvic region and can affect the bladder, rectum and other parts of your body...[w]hen discovered early, endometrial cancer is usually treatable. However, in some women endometrial cancer reaches an advanced stage before diagnosis...[i]f you have late-stage or recurrent endometrial cancer, you may be at decreased odds for successful treatment... "

Some observations I noticed when I read this:

#1. My stomach did not fall out from within me when I read this. That is awesome! I remember when I was learning about my cancer at the beginning of this journey and so many times I had to stop reading (well, I tried to stop myself but I could not stop the torture...I usually kept reading hoping that what I was reading about my disease was a sick joke and that it was not as serious as the material I was reading said it was) because of the overwhelmingly ill feelings I had.

#2. Stage 4 is serious. I am that "some women" who had their endometrial cancer reach the advanced stage.

I thought I would conduct some research into my cancer again because I have some adversaries stating in important documents that I am fine, my treatment was "successful," my cancer is not that serious, I am "too young" to have anything serious come about from this cancer and that my "illness" is treatable...and so on.

Ignorance is bliss.

I will not allow them to shade the seriousness of my cancer nor belittle it anymore. It is not a pawn in a game nor is it a playing card to be tossed out at their will and convenience. It is a fact of my life...and no one can shade it a different colour or attempt to define it OR my experience...especially as they try to make light of the situation.

Here is some food for thought:

"How many legs does a dog have if you call the tail a leg? Four; calling a tail a leg doesn't make it a leg." Abraham Lincoln

Hugs,
Liz