The surgeon called. Two days earlier than I expected. My heart flipped a little when she said, “I have your pathology.”
“Everything looks great. It was all totally benign.”
Big Sigh… Thank you God. No more cancer. No more surprises.
For a moment there was doubt. Was I too rash? Should I have waited? Then, reality. They told me there would have to be a surgical uterine biopsy every three months. The scar tissue was already extensive. One ovary was twice the size of the other. There were cysts everywhere. General anesthesia is getting harder for my body each time. Who has time for surgery every three months? The worrying. The waiting for when it will hit. No… I was right. This was necessary.
Can I have a copy? I asked.
Well, aren’t you coming in next week?
Yep,but I need to see it. I need to hold it in my hands.
The beep of my fax confirmed receipt of two pages. Totally benign pathology.
Breast Cancer 85% lifetime risk. Got it, but got them off in time. I win.
Uterine cancer 28% lifetime risk (or something close.) I win.
Two less areas to screen compulsively. I really win.
Watch out Cowden’s. I am up 2 nothing. People say I am not that competitive, but when it’s important I play to win.
And I will.