The Catch up post!!!

Seeing as the last time I posted anything was over a month ago I figured it was time to finally catch up to whats been going on. Im going to have to resort all the way back to August 21st... the day Tina dubbed "D" day! hahahaha

I went in for my 3 weeks check up after surgery in which I thought it was just going to be one of those look at the scar and everythings ok deal. I had lost a total of 22 pounds at this point and was feeling great.. but...NOPE! Such was not the case. Dr. Johnasson walked in and put my scar on the table and said, "Well, I'm going to need to talk to you about your pathology results." I thought to myself... ok great, lets talk about it! Well much to my surprise she said I was diagnosed with Ovarian Cancer. I was so numb at the very moment that all I could think to say to her was, "Well damn, now what?!" I never expected to go into the doctor and come out with that type of news so I didn't know what to do. She went on to tell me that it was found in the tumor that was removed and she had already set up an appointment with me to the a female cancer specialist in SLC, Dr. Christopher Jolles. According to her, my right ovary looked fine and she was not worried at all. Julia was not sure what Jolles was going to say or have me do but at this point my situation was out of her hands.

I didnt know what to do and the emotions where numb at this point. As soon as I got out to my car I could not hold back any tears. I had just heard that dreadful C word I never thought I would ever hear!! I called my mom and she didnt answer so I called my dad. I could barely make any words out to tell him what I had just been told. I remember him saying, "Oh hun, I am so sorry!!! What does this mean now? Dont worry you will be fine and we will get through this together!!" After talking with my mom and dad I sent work an email and told them what I had just found out and I would not be able to make it in the office. I was not able to talk to anyone at this point because I knew I would just start crying. My mom, that great person that she is, called my grandma Nebeker and she drove down to Ogden from Brigham City and took me out to lunch. We talked a little bit about what I had just been told and where I was going to go from there.

I really had no other answers until my appointment with Jolles the 3rd of Septemeber