New Year’s Eve…1997

Many people go through life without ever really knowing the people they talk to every day. 

Some of you are so consumed by your own problems that you rarely have time to glance up and smile at the person you pass five days a week.  Day in and day out, that person says hi to you, but you barely respond as your own problems are so overwhelming.  I get it.  I really do, but all people have problems even if you can’t see it on the surface.

It’s New Year’s Eve and my fiancée and I have plans.  I can’t remember what we were going to do, but I do remember the phone call.  It’s not everyday that you get told you have cervical dysplasia.  I had precancerous cells in my cervix.  Why am I telling you this?  Because at this time in my life, it was unheard of.  I remember being really scared, and whatever the doctor was saying became a buzz in my ear on the other end.  He said something about cryosurgery and other things I half listened to.  I had zoned in on one word, and one word only.  It had something to do with cancer.  My grandmother passed away when I was a senior in high school, and it was from complications due to breast cancer.  All I could think of was that I was too young.  Little did I know that the new year was about to be one of the biggest tests of my life.

I went ahead and got the biopsies, then the cryosurgery.  It was painful for a few days, but eventually things calmed down.  My 3 month check-up still showed irregular cells.  I went to another doctor who told me that in rare cases, a radical procedure would be needed.  Since that thought scared me as well, I waited and prayed.  I was not going to take the chance that I would not be able to have children.  I was getting married in the summer, and I knew I wanted babies.

While this was going on, I started having other weird symptoms.  My urine turned the color of port wine.  For those of you not familiar with what color that is, its deep burgundy.   Yup.  Fun stuff.  What was going on with me now?  Read my next post to find out.

“The only way to keep your health is to eat what you don’t want, drink what you don’t like, and do what you’d rather not.”  ~Mark Twain


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