Dazed…but not fazed!

My family greeted me in my room in the ICU Unit and bravely told me that I had Stage III Ovarian Cancer.

The doctor joined them and explained that he had removed my ovaries, uterus, appendix and a small tumor on my colon. He also removed my omentum (a lovely layer of fat that covers the abdominal wall). Finally, I thought…some good news! Cancer cells that were too small to remove surgically would need chemotherapy treatments to get rid of it.

It wasn’t good news, but it was news! Finally, I knew exactly what I was dealing with and could make a plan. The plan was to kick this cancer’s ass and get back to normal life ASAP!!

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