For those of you not following my incessant babbling on twitter, I found out today that I have cancer.
it was kind of an odd experience…me, sitting there pants-less with a piece of wax paper stuck to my butt, covering my bits with a sheet that has the transparency of tracing paper while my nerdy doctor tells me that my baby-making equipment has malfunctioned and is trying to kill me.
the conversation went something like this:
me: so what was the result of the pathology thingy?
me: I have cancer, don’t I.
doc: well, we removed the [medical terminology I don’t remember], but the pathologist found a [more medical crap I don’t recall, that included the term “micro cell invasion”].
me: the army is marching through my cervix?
doc: [trying to be serious] the cells are…
me: (totally interrupting) I have cancer.
me: (giggling uncontrollably) ok, so now what?
doc: [lots of words I wasn’t listening to] and in 2 wks when the 2nd opinion comes back, we’ll send you to the oncologist, and she’ll most likely recommend a hysterectomy.
doc: so let’s take a look.
I’ll spare you the rest.
So i told Chef, and he switched into Super Helpful mode and spent most of today distracting me and making me laugh. which is awesome.
I tell Mommy Dearest, and she gets mad at me. My family is so messed up. She is under the impression that somehow this is my fault.
And then she proceeds to tell me that I shouldn’t tell anyone but my closest friends about this and that I need to take down the facebook post because her FRIENDS can SEE IT and that is not something they need to know, for god’s sake!
so I deleted it, AND all of her friends 🙂
question for today: would you tell your internet friends if you had cancer? would you be ok with your kids telling theirs (after they told you, of course)?