And, no, it's not the one you might think, but it's equally repulsive and prone to causing a very uncomfortable reaction when one hears this word....
Cancer.
Today I went to a dermatologist, for him to examine a new "spot" I have seen recently on my thigh. Most likely, he tells me, it is basal cell carcinoma...a skin cancer that is treatable and one of the least forms of skin cancer to worry about....
But it's cancer.
And so the mind wanders. And we think of all the "what ifs" and "buts" and "maybes." And we take it to far greater levels in our minds. Cancer. A horrible, nasty, disgusting, fearful word. Much like the other "c" word. But the odd thing is that, while my mind took me to places that I know I won't be going to anytime soon, I felt ok. Not terrified, not horrified, not sad. Very much ok. My wild imaginations of my untimely death told me that I am very much at peace. I know I have, in my life, done many wonderful and amazing things....and I have also been a bad, bad girl ( ). And when it's all said and done, I will quietly slip out of the back exit with a crooked little grin on my face.
I'll have the biopsy on Tuesday to be sure, and again...he assures me that I shouldn't worry and what he believes I have is very treatable, so this is by no means a "woe is me" thread. I just was quite delighted to realize that perhaps bad news, that causes the mind to wander, can sometimes be an eye-opening and peaceful awakening.
Thalassa: And, no, it's not the one you might think, but it's equally repulsive and prone to causing a very uncomfortable reaction when one hears this word....
Cancer.
Today I went to a dermatologist, for him to examine a new "spot" I have seen recently on my thigh. Most likely, he tells me, it is basal cell carcinoma...a skin cancer that is treatable and one of the least forms of skin cancer to worry about....
But it's cancer.
And so the mind wanders. And we think of all the "what ifs" and "buts" and "maybes." And we take it to far greater levels in our minds. Cancer. A horrible, nasty, disgusting, fearful word. Much like the other "c" word. But the odd thing is that, while my mind took me to places that I know I won't be going to anytime soon, I felt ok. Not terrified, not horrified, not sad. Very much ok. My wild imaginations of my untimely death told me that I am very much at peace. I know I have, in my life, done many wonderful and amazing things....and I have also been a bad, bad girl ( ). And when it's all said and done, I will quietly slip out of the back exit with a crooked little grin on my face.
I'll have the biopsy on Tuesday to be sure, and again...he assures me that I shouldn't worry and what he believes I have is very treatable, so this is by no means a "woe is me" thread. I just was quite delighted to realize that perhaps bad news, that causes the mind to wander, can sometimes be an eye-opening and peaceful awakening.
Just thinking/writing out loud here.
"Most likely"??? I would have punched him in the chops, especially if he was gazing at my thigh all that time. Then I would tell him that he "most likely had an irrecoverable brain injury now." from hitting him. Without so much as a test he hands you the 'C' word?
Well, I am glad you're taking this in stride T ... more power to you!
It certainly has the ability to shock and make you think.
On New Years Eve I received a phone call to say my brother (in England) had Hodgkins Lymphoma. Quite a shock and he was due to get married the end of March but while they wanted him to start chemo immediately he deferred until he got married. He brought the wedding forward and got married the end of January, which was a bit surreal. Anyway the chemo is working and scan results are all positive, but.
It made me think. He is so clean living. Doesnt smoke, drinks in moderation, exercises daily and eats extremely well. All the things I dont do. Unfortunately it can strike anyone anytime. From my reading of the subject there have been huge advances in treatments in the last 5-10 years.
Don't panic. A lot of times the cancer is benign. Some doctors did that to a friend of mine. Her real dad supposedly died really young from cancer. Her mom was such a silly person that might even be a lie. Then the girl's doctor told her she might have cancer just out of high school. She freaked. She thought she would be dead in months. Then it turned out to be nothing. Oops. False alarm.
Yes the big "C" word ... it's an "interesting" experience when it comes knocking on your very own door ... you sound at peace with yourself Thalassa
When it came knocking on mine 6 years ago, it made me completely re-evaluate my life ... and because I was lucky that the cells were only pre-cancerous and could be easily removed ... I was able to make changes to have a better quality of life ...
jac379pontyclun, South Glamorgan, Wales UK12,293 posts
Thalassa: And, no, it's not the one you might think, but it's equally repulsive and prone to causing a very uncomfortable reaction when one hears this word....
Cancer.
Today I went to a dermatologist, for him to examine a new "spot" I have seen recently on my thigh. Most likely, he tells me, it is basal cell carcinoma...a skin cancer that is treatable and one of the least forms of skin cancer to worry about....
But it's cancer.
And so the mind wanders. And we think of all the "what ifs" and "buts" and "maybes." And we take it to far greater levels in our minds. Cancer. A horrible, nasty, disgusting, fearful word. Much like the other "c" word. But the odd thing is that, while my mind took me to places that I know I won't be going to anytime soon, I felt ok. Not terrified, not horrified, not sad. Very much ok. My wild imaginations of my untimely death told me that I am very much at peace. I know I have, in my life, done many wonderful and amazing things....and I have also been a bad, bad girl ( ). And when it's all said and done, I will quietly slip out of the back exit with a crooked little grin on my face.
I'll have the biopsy on Tuesday to be sure, and again...he assures me that I shouldn't worry and what he believes I have is very treatable, so this is by no means a "woe is me" thread. I just was quite delighted to realize that perhaps bad news, that causes the mind to wander, can sometimes be an eye-opening and peaceful awakening.
Just thinking/writing out loud here.
I get you.
I had a close shave during surgery. It was scary and painful at the time, but has lead to a much greater understanding of how the mind and body works and a certain inner peace.
I'm certainly not afraid of death other than my daughter and granddaughter are too young yet, for me to be run over by a bus.
I have a customer who has skin cancer, she complains, "Its such a nuisance..." when she has areas removed. Her diminishing of the big C both belies the seriousness of her condition and puts it in its proper place at the same time. I admire her greatly and she always makes me smile.
BB_snickers: "Most likely"??? I would have punched him in the chops, especially if he was gazing at my thigh all that time. Then I would tell him that he "most likely had an irrecoverable brain injury now." from hitting him. Without so much as a test he hands you the 'C' word? Well, I am glad you're taking this in stride T ... more power to you!
Well, the "most likely" part is my fault. He told me a couple of things that it might be and I asked him, point blank, what he thought it really is (based on his experience). In other words, I didn't want bs, I wanted an educated opinion, which he gave me when I pressed.
I can't say I'm taking it all in stride, exactly, as I don't look forward to the biopsy, but it does seem that all will be ok, so I don't feel particularly worried about the outcome...just dreading the discomfort (read: pain) because I'm a complete wuss when it comes to pain.
Dear Thalassa, Even though I don't know you, I still wish you a speedy and posative recovery . If your doctor is not very cocerned about ill effects, then they probably will not be any . If, as you say it is a mild or treatable one then it is prudent to expect no ill of it . Please keep us posted so we all can celabrate the outcome . . . .
Thalassa: Well, the "most likely" part is my fault. He told me a couple of things that it might be and I asked him, point blank, what he thought it really is (based on his experience). In other words, I didn't want bs, I wanted an educated opinion, which he gave me when I pressed.
I can't say I'm taking it all in stride, exactly, as I don't look forward to the biopsy, but it does seem that all will be ok, so I don't feel particularly worried about the outcome...just dreading the discomfort (read: pain) because I'm a complete wuss when it comes to pain.
If as you say it's only skin biopsy, the pain will be minimal, somewhat like the aftermath of a scrape or cut. Not to worry.
Frankinstien: Dear Thalassa, Even though I don't know you, I still wish you a speedy and posative recovery . If your doctor is not very cocerned about ill effects, then they probably will not be any . If, as you say it is a mild or treatable one then it is prudent to expect no ill of it . Please keep us posted so we all can celabrate the outcome . . . .
Thank you, Frank... And, again, I really do feel very normal and positive and strangely not worried in the least. My reason for posting this was because I was actually quite delighted to feel that, if things really were worse, I might be at peace with the outcome.
I know this sounds strange and I don't want to elevate this to a degree where it comes across as odd, to say the least.... but I have always feared death....greatly feared it. And now, as I grow older and I know that I will NOT be the one to beat the odds in the end, I actually feel less afraid. That's all. This is meant to be an expression of my awakening...a sigh of relief, in a way. I will likely live another 25 years or so; this has nothing to do with NOW. But it has a lot to do with how I will feel eventually. And, it seems, my fear is less. And that's a good thing. And that's all I really wanted to say.
I can understand your thoughts Thal..been there many times this year..even before treatment when I knew I was facing certain death I couldnt bring myself to think about it,I wasnt scared as such more worried for my girls and my family what I couldnt get used to was not looking to the future as I didnt know if I would have one..that upset me the most because I was always one for planning this and that dreaming week/months and years ahead and it I still get through day to day not looking ahead(well the glasgow meet up) until they test me on the 30th may and tell me if Im still clear then I still refuse to look ahead but whatever my outcome is I have enjoyed my life up till now and been bad an good an my experience has had the most positive influence on me..its slowed me down and made me look at whats important in my life and that enjoying my time with my family and friends ..glad to hear your "c" is curable I wish a long an happy life
boomboom_uk: I can understand your thoughts Thal..been there many times this year..even before treatment when I knew I was facing certain death I couldnt bring myself to think about it,I wasnt scared as such more worried for my girls and my family what I couldnt get used to was not looking to the future as I didnt know if I would have one..that upset me the most because I was always one for planning this and that dreaming week/months and years ahead and it I still get through day to day not looking ahead(well the glasgow meet up) until they test me on the 30th may and tell me if Im still clear then I still refuse to look ahead but whatever my outcome is I have enjoyed my life up till now and been bad an good an my experience has had the most positive influence on me..its slowed me down and made me look at whats important in my life and that enjoying my time with my family and friends ..glad to hear your "c" is curable I wish a long an happy life
And please know, boom, that I am not only aware of your struggles, but I admire you for how you deal with them. Your zest and courage are truly inspiring. My sincere best wishes for you and for your continued good life.
Thalassa: Thank you, Frank... And, again, I really do feel very normal and positive and strangely not worried in the least. My reason for posting this was because I was actually quite delighted to feel that, if things really were worse, I might be at peace with the outcome.
I know this sounds strange and I don't want to elevate this to a degree where it comes across as odd, to say the least.... but I have always feared death....greatly feared it. And now, as I grow older and I know that I will NOT be the one to beat the odds in the end, I actually feel less afraid. That's all. This is meant to be an expression of my awakening...a sigh of relief, in a way. I will likely live another 25 years or so; this has nothing to do with NOW. But it has a lot to do with how I will feel eventually. And, it seems, my fear is less. And that's a good thing. And that's all I really wanted to say.
Wow ! Your a tough lady . I like you already . Someday in cyberspace, you will have to save me at least one dance . Make it a classic waltz . Seriously though glad you are feelin so good about it . . . . .
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Cancer.
Today I went to a dermatologist, for him to examine a new "spot" I have seen recently on my thigh. Most likely, he tells me, it is basal cell carcinoma...a skin cancer that is treatable and one of the least forms of skin cancer to worry about....
But it's cancer.
And so the mind wanders. And we think of all the "what ifs" and "buts" and "maybes." And we take it to far greater levels in our minds. Cancer. A horrible, nasty, disgusting, fearful word. Much like the other "c" word. But the odd thing is that, while my mind took me to places that I know I won't be going to anytime soon, I felt ok. Not terrified, not horrified, not sad. Very much ok. My wild imaginations of my untimely death told me that I am very much at peace. I know I have, in my life, done many wonderful and amazing things....and I have also been a bad, bad girl ( ). And when it's all said and done, I will quietly slip out of the back exit with a crooked little grin on my face.
I'll have the biopsy on Tuesday to be sure, and again...he assures me that I shouldn't worry and what he believes I have is very treatable, so this is by no means a "woe is me" thread. I just was quite delighted to realize that perhaps bad news, that causes the mind to wander, can sometimes be an eye-opening and peaceful awakening.
Just thinking/writing out loud here.