My pal, LM, was diagnosed two years ago with colon cancer. It still seems odd to me that a 35-year-old woman would have cancer of the colon. Surgery and chemo took care of it. Or so we thought. This past week, she went in for some tests because she wasn't feeling well. Four MRIs, three CT scans and more than 50 x-rays later, the diagnosis is cancer again. Only this time it's in her femurs and a vertebrate. There's other issues that need to be addressed with her health, but those are the big ones.
I know my outlook should remain positive, but I have a hard time being puppies and rainbows right now because I can't stop wondering where else the cells may attack. And while LM is in typical high spirits and smiles, I can't help but feel angry and scared because I worry that the cells may be somewhere else and just haven't made themselves known. Hopefully tomorrow will bring more information from the flock-of-doctors handling her case. In the meantime, I will see if I can't squeeze one puppy and start being positive.
Me & LM last Halloween.
1 comment:
Oh I'm so sorry to hear that... cancer is a big thing in my family too
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