Here’s a post that’s in contrast to yesterday’s. As I do more reading, I begin to see the vast spectrum on which hysterectomy stories lay. For me, I was very happy to have had the surgery and so much for me has improved since then. However, for many, this surgery represents loss, not only of a part of your body, but of things that will never be. Here’s one woman’s story of that.
I just looked at my calendar.
A year ago today, I had just finished the first third of my sandwich therapy, and was prepping for the awful feeling that was going to hit me in the next couple of days.
I am amazed that I am sitting here today, still in remission, and on the other side of that very horrible treatment.
This time last year, I was making plans for my impending radiation therapy. I was getting ready to return to work for a brief respite between chemo treatments. I was under the mistaken impression that radiation was going to be easier on my system. I was just learning to deal with hot flashes, and how to cope with the end of my fertility.
Here I am a year later. A survivor. Thankful to be on this side of treatment. Thankful for remission. Thankful that my life, for all…
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