Friday, February 6, 2015

Briland

On my way to my beloved Harbour Island next week. Couldn't be happier. I took this picture last year at sunrise. The BF inexplicably keeps pronouncing Briland, which rhymes with island, as Brieland, which we decided is due to his love of cheese.  Have a good weekend!

Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Finally, a Diet that Works! (or The Best Diet You Don't Want to Try)

3 pairs of Minnies, down the drain.

I have at last discovered the secret to quick weight loss- invasive surgery!

I am now thinner than I have been in a decade.  I would guess not eating for 2 weeks had something to do with it. Between the fasting prep (which I got to do twice) and the after effects,  food was not on my mind for once in my life.  After surgery, I had a cup of ice chips for dinner.  The next day, I managed to drink some broth, but the disgusting Jell-o didn't stay down.  As an added bonus, while the nurses try to get you back on food, they are also pumping you full of laxatives and stool softeners. This is, I can surely attest, a speedy route to weight loss.

Saturday, January 17, 2015

Part 9- What Have I Learned?

The continuing story of the 4 months wherein doctors thought I had ovarian cancer, but I am lucky to say, I don't!

La vie est belle!

So, what have I learned?

  • Don't be such a judgmental bitch.  Some people walk slowly because they're sick. Everyone is dealing with something, even if it's not immediately visible.
  • Illness is real, and I may have dodged this, but it's coming for all of us, eventually.
  • I have a wonderful man, mom, friends, and work team.
  • I am lucky, and not just because I don't have ovarian cancer.
What do I do with this new lease on life?  How to I repay the universe for this unbelievable break, which so many people don't get?

Friday, January 16, 2015

Part 8- Results are In!

The continuing story of the 4 months wherein doctors thought I had ovarian cancer, but I am lucky to say, I don't!


3 cheers to my results!


"No sign of malignancy"
"No further treatment required"

There are no sweeter words than these, to someone waiting for results of a biopsy, let me tell you.

I cannot believe my luck.

Thursday, January 15, 2015

Part 7- Post- Op

The continuing story of the 4 months wherein doctors thought I had ovarian cancer, but I am lucky to say, I don't!

Where I will finish my recovery next month.

... but of course, the anesthesia worked just like it's supposed to.  I was out for a few hours, and then...

I woke up!

Apparently, the surgery went well, and quickly.  I had some bleeding issues that kept me knocked out for a few hours longer, but when I awoke in post op, all was well.  I remember being wheeled to my room, and the BF showing up just after. I don't remember being in much pain, but that may be because of the morphine pump that was attached to me.  I also had a catheter, and oxygen under my nose.  You'd think I'd just had surgery or something.

Part 6-Pre Op

The continuing story of the 4 months wherein doctors thought I had ovarian cancer, but I am lucky to say, I don't!


All I wanted the day before surgery.


Surgery was scheduled for Wednesday, December 3rd.  The Thursday before, I had my pre-op clinic at Toronto General. I had never heard of this process. It was an intensive 4 hour appointment where I me with everyone under the sun, from Admissions to choose the kind of room I wanted (private, natch), to having yet more blood drawn, discussions about medications I take (none), and what sort of anesthesia would be right for me.  At the end of the appointment, a nurse ran through exactly what would happen on the day of surgery.  It was actually really helpful.  I haven't been in an operating room since I had my tonsils out 40 years ago, so I had a lot to learn.  I also learned about what I was meant to do the day before surgery.  On Tuesday, I was to drink only clear liquids, with an enema (my first!) to look forward to later in the evening.

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Part 5- This is Where Things Got Weird

The continuing story of the 4 months wherein doctors thought I had ovarian cancer, but I am lucky to say, I don't!

My emotions during this diagnosis nightmare.

On November 4th, the BF and I returned to Princess Margaret to get the results of the MRI.  As far as I knew at the time, this would be the definitive answer to the question is it cancer or not?

In the waiting room, I tried to be zen.  It's hard to explain, but I expected bad news and good news in equal measure.  I felt resolute, and just happy to finally be putting the uncertainty behind me.  We would deal with whatever the tests showed.