
Today I heard a word applied to me, a nasty word and I no longer feel clean. At different times in my life, I have heard this word. The big “C” took my maternal grandfather. Then, last summer, my DH had it in the prostate. I never thought it would happen to me. I have always been strong and healthy. It is so difficult to get my head around this. It doesn’t seem real. I don’t feel ill. How can this be happening? Why? I’m scared and I want to cry, but I won’t give in. I’m going to fight this thing growing inside me. Pray to God that it’s in the early stages and that an MRI scan next Tuesday will confirm this. I’ll be having a hysterectomy within the next 2-3 weeks
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