Ok then, well my day sucked. How was yours?

I better back up a little. First, the good news. We finally figured out what was causing me to fall flat so often that my driving privileges were suspended! Low blood pressure due mostly to dehydration of all the silly things! I have myself on a schedule of drinking at least 4 oz every 30 minutes. Then I still have room to squeeze in snacks and food every 2 hours. It is much more difficult than it sounds, but it seems to be working... Also we figured out most of the reasons I was having so much severe pain! Too much tummy acid and no nerves to tell me I had heartburn. I am on a mega dose of  Prilosec now, and with the added routine of food and water intervals, I got my driving privileges back, I no longer hurt to the point of really big swear word type owies and I no longer am having an affair with various floor coverings. Quite frankly I have no desire to visit that particular mistress again any time within this, or the next lifetime.

Now the suck-y part. After a weekend in the 80 degree range, and swimming with my boys this Saturday until we all resembled prune-y old people, New Mexico HAD to work it up to it snowing! Snowing here, people! It hasn't stopped yet. I still had to get to the doctor to follow up on a small amount of pain I was having, nowhere NEAR where I was feeling mind you, but still there none the less. Well, I just finished a battery of tests and I was SO not expecting a biopsy today.  I am now in that horrid and terrible waiting game NO one should ever have to experience.(wondering to self if the Jeopardy theme could be played in a very ominous, discordant key, perhaps in the "A minor" range......)

  
I will be finding out soon if I have uterine (endometrine) cancer, ovarian cancer or both.

 Well, you know me, the first thing I did was deny it could be cancer, then I cried, then I felt extremely discouraged because there was no way I could keep beating the odds - and then Cary was there, telling me in no uncertain terms that I WOULD beat this AND the odds. He never wavered. Then we sat down together and did a slew of research. I feel much better now.

See, those steps everyone goes on about are very real. I am also very thankful for my hubby. He pulled be up yet again while I was kicking and belly aching. I really do feel much better. TONS more optimistic and hopeful.
 
Even if it is the worst case scenario, and the tests come back positive, I could not have had it for more that a year and a half (too many complete  MRI and CT scans, remember?) and the 5 year survival rate is right around 95% for both stage 1 and 2. Much better than the 1 year, 15% chance I had last time! ...