Hi from the little house on the prairie but there are no funny stories this time. In fact, I'm thinking about
getting rip roaring drunk.
I got sick in mid-June and was in bed to mid-July, not getting any better. Then in the hospital for a week and in bed for another 5-6 weeks. Despite heavy spring-time rains, I got my garden in in May but it didn't matter since I was too sick to take care of it. Then came the typical Texas summer heat and my yard went to Hades.
All the while, I am noticing something on my arm that is new. Of course, it is my lymphodemic arm, too. My daughter said I was over-reacting but it kept getting worse. I mentioned it to my new primary dr and he said he didn't like it. He said it had to come out and when he described how he wanted it out, I knew he meant clean margins. The dermatologist he sent me to said they could see me in late Nov. Right, like I want to wait any more.
A call to my onc sent me to the same surgeon who did the stent in my carotid in 2001. He saw me in less than a week but I didn't realize that he was going to do the surgery right there in his office. That was on the 4th. I've got 5 stitches in my arm and they won't come out until the 19th. That's when he will give me the full path report. However, he left a message for me on the 9th that has the same three words we have all come to abhor. "You have cancer."
I have two friends who are giving advice but I don't want to do anything until I find out what kind of skin cancer it is. I promised myself I wouldn't look on the net but I did. I waited until last to do melanoma and that's where I found what I had seen on my arm. I also have at least one, and possibly two, more spots coming out.
The best thing I can say is that I am disgusted and more depressed than usual. I'm not surprised though. I have heard that the skin never forgets and never forgives. As a Florida sun-worshiping native, it was always in the back of my mind. However, we all know how it feels when it's real.
I'm in the hurry and wait mode but I have a feeling that the onc already knows what's up and has whatever treatment, if any, planned. That's the way they were with the b/c. I know that things could be worse. I have actually lived 11 years longer than they said I would so I have a lot to be thankful for, 5 grandchildren I wouldn't have seen.
But, I do have a bottle of wine calling my name. I can hear it whispering from the kitchen. I said if the b/c came back again, I'd buy a carton of cigarettes and a huge chocolate cake. Screw the coughing and the diabetes. I'm now trying to decide if this new cancer entitles me to them.
Love from the Texas prairie, Jo-Ann, planning her pity party.
Addendum: I just smoked a cigarette I got from my neighbor. That shot 6 1/2 years right to hëll. We can rule out buying a carton. It tasted terrible. I'll wait for tomorrow for the big chocolate cake. I'll get the $3.98 special from WalMart. I know I'll like that.
A good friend will bail you out of jail...
but a true friend will be sitting
next to you saying,
"Dâmn... that was fun!".
Post Edited (Jo-Ann) : 10/14/2007 5:04:54 PM (GMT-6)