The problem is I've had all the tests!! CT Scans with and without contrast, Gallons of blood, x-rays, PET SCAN with contrast, mammogram, breast sonogram, internal vaginal sonogram, CA125, Pap Smear, Endoscopy, Colonoscopy, bone scan, bone density, biopsy... nothing absolutely NADA shows up except from the small biopsy of the lesion in my groin.
They say the cells are adeenosarcoma sp?... but.... and here's the THING .. I've got 3 - 3.5 years left of my life. HOW?!?!?! NO diagnosis...No identifiable organ involved. This is from DUKE - if I were in some mid city general hospital I would have said, ok... being originally from NJ I would have said ok, I'll try Mount Sinai, or Sloan Kettering in NY.. what do you say to DUKE. Uh, ok. I'll think I'll fly down to Tijuana General and see what THEY say??? My guts were left on this med/onc's floor. I haven't even started the game and I'm benched. I hear screaming... 'dead woman walking here' I want to fight. I can kick ass with the best. From thinking I have a strained a muscle or something lifting boxes and stuff around here - we just moved into a little townhouse. I had the biopsy 10/17 and on 11/04 I met the hemo/onc. In THREE WEEKS I've gotten a death sentence. And no damn GAME TIME. I can't wrap my damn brain around that.
I've been drafted into a club no one wants to join. I've not been assigned a uniform, or a position to play, or the name of my opponent, I'm unarmed against a phantom.
Join a support group???? I can't I'm not pigeon holed anywhere yet. I need an ORGAN or a # All the support groups I've found you have to be either, breast, colon, pancreatic, gastro..something. I'm a cipher!
My dear friends. THIS is the only place I find real answers, real, people, laughter, joy and tears. Not just here: Cancer Support. All of DU the politics, the lounge, the craziness, in fighting, thought provoking, maddening everything. I LOVE DU. Throughout the hell of the last 8 years. DU is always the best place for me to find a center. To affirm that I'm not insane.
My love to you all and I assure you I am going to pull myself up the the hairs of my ass if necessary and I'm going to start kicking and stomping someone or something right quick.
On Friday I have an appt. with the biggest, baddest dog at DUKE in charge of GYN type cancer. He's worked with Boxer and Dole on the Ovarian Cancer Detection bill.. blah blah
BERCHUCK MD,ANDREW SURGICAL ONCOLOGY
Location Duke Clinic Durham, North Carolina 27710
http://www.dukehealth.org/physicians/AD70B4522529481185256DFD006A92EBhttp://www.dukehealth.org/HealthLibrary/HealthArticles/ask_the_expert_andrew_berchuck_md_director_of_gynecologic_oncologyhttp://www.cancer.duke.edu/modules/firsthand47/index.php?id=8If I get the bum rush and shuffle this time. Then I'm going to sign off on what the surgeon said while doing the biopsy. 'We can remove this surgically and inject some bone marrow to promote the healing of the small fracture in the pubic bone'. OK, I take it and now let me live in peace for whatever time there is left. I want to LIVE IT - it's not always about the quantity but the quality and right now even though my body feels great, my soul, my head and my heart in great pain. It's hard to function. What's the point? I want to do the things I know I can do or should I just sit around and wait for 'something' to start hurting or my energy to leave, or whatever the fuck it is I'm suppose to be waiting for???
And yes, I've find cursing like a Marine to be very liberating. :evilgrin:
So sorry to vent my spleen on you guys but, I know it's safe here to just vomit it all out. I'm careful not to splash your shoes, right? :grouphug: