Like a flood the memories come back to me. My heart goes out to Kim right now, as I have walked in her exact shoes, almost 13 years ago. They removed my right ovary in 1990, and I have the lovely vertical scar she references to show off for it. I was fortunate because I didn’t have cancer (although there were pre-malignant cells in the mass) and I was still able to have a child – Jason was born in 1992. But words can’t even express how terrifying that period between the initial diagnosis and the surgery were, waiting for more answers.
I want to say something profound and wise, but I just don’t have the words. So I will just encourage everyone – men and women – to go get your exams annually, and if you think there is something wrong, fight until you get an answer. Don’t give up – you know your body better than anyone else.
Kim, I will be sending lots of positive thoughts and good karma your way.