Waking up

Waking up, feeling groggy and then remembering the “something on my lung” news, wasn’t the greatest feeling but I wanted to hurry up, get the CT scan done and go home.  I was upset because my daughter was coming with my husband to pick me up and I didn’t want my kids to know what was happening.  It didn’t matter to me that my kids were now young adults, I wanted to protect them and why worry them till I knew what the “something” was.  If my daughter knew there was a problem, I’d have to tell my son, then I’d have to tell my parents, my husband would tell my step-children and his parents.  Everyone would know, they’d all be worrying about me, and it was Christmas time.  What a mess.

In addition to not wanting to worry everyone, I like to keep this kind of thing private.  I’ve never been one to discuss my medical issues with anyone other than my doctor.  This felt like such an invasion of my privacy.  It looked as if this was now out of my control because my husband and daughter were on their way and would be here when I had to go for the CT Scan. Surely there was some way to keep this to myself?  I was desperately trying to think up a story to explain the need for a CT.  As soon as I could come up with a plausible reason for it, I would tell the nurse not to say anything to my husband and daughter.  But I was groggy from the anesthetic and my brain wouldn’t co-operate.  I could hear them in the hall, it was too late, they were here and the nurse told them what was happening as soon as they arrived.  Off we went for the CT Scan.


Rewind to Friday, December 13, 2013

My name is Jan and this is the day my life changed:

Everyone told me I should change the date of my surgery but I’m not superstitious, so I decided to go ahead and have my gallbladder removed on Friday, December 13, 2013.

It seemed simple enough and I wasn’t worried at all.  That was until the anesthetist came to talk to me while I was waiting to go into the OR.  I was sitting there, feeling vulnerable, wearing my silly gown, with an IV hooked up to my arm, when he came for a pre-op chat.  He told me they had found “something” on my lungs in my pre-op chest x-ray and I needed a CT Scan immediately after my surgery.  Then I went for my “nap” while the doc removed my gallbladder.


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You might think by the title of my blog that this is a blog about cancer.  The reality is, I don’t know a lot about having cancer but I do know a lot about what it feels like to be told you have cancer.

Before you read further, you should know: I’m happy, I’m healthy and they tell me I have cancer. But this blog isn’t about having cancer, although I’ll talk about that in the beginning, it’s about everything I’ve learned since being told I have cancer. I’m sharing this with you because it’s everyday stuff we should all know if we care about ourselves and our children.