As I write this it is raining outside, and all I hear is the constant pitter patter of water falling on everything it touches. There is something soothing about the downpour; it drowns out all the chaos of the noise that is everyday life, and makes you want to stop and listen. The past couple of months for me have been an accumulation of so. much. noise. So many doctors with things to say, so many people with opinions, so many thoughts of my own rattling around in my brain until I can't take it anymore. When diagnosed with cancer, it's as though things start to move at a faster pace (against your will) and you are placed on a conveyer belt of medical treatments that do not stop moving. I saw my oncologist, had more blood tests, was consulted by an infertility doctor, and my team of doctors were ready to get me started with embryo freezing as a preventative measure against the damage that chemo could cause, and then start with the hormonal injections to keep me in
Way back in 2011 this blog was started during my time spent over in Amsterdam, and little did I know how fitting and even slightly ironic the title would still remain...Here I am: 27 years old, happily married, dog owner, interior designer, and most recently - menopausal cancer patient. Yikes. ...It all started a few months ago (yes months , thank you America) when I was experiencing abdominal pain, so I reluctantly went to my doctor to figure out what the problem was. After initially being told that my doctor was 99% sure I was pregnant (nope), they eventually found a mass that was attached to one of my ovaries. Many scans and blood tests later, I was referred to an oncologist to have this thing surgically removed because of the slight possibility that it could be cancerous. For many women, this is a common occurrence to have something like a cyst removed, unfortunately for me, I'm sure you can guess that this has turned out to be not so common. Starting off the new yea