The above is my attitude and my battle cry.
Last Friday I learned I have bowel cancer, and I am grateful.
Because it all went very quickly and knowing is better than waiting.
I made a medical appointment on Monday for June 27, the earliest available. I was told at the time to call at 08:30 any morning to ask about cancellations. On Tuesday morning I went for a bike ride and thought about it. For days I had been seeing in my mind a particular doctor examining me. It was not the one I was to see on the 27th. When I called Tuesday the doctor who had a cancellation that morning was the one in my mind.
He sent me to the lab for assorted tests and set about setting up a colonoscopy appointment for me. He called the lab while I was still there, directing someone to direct me to a woman at the hospital who provides info to day surgery patients.
She wasn't in, but called me a few hours later to tell me the procedure was set for Red Deer Hospital on Friday.
I learned right away about the mass and that it appears to be curable by surgery alone. The doctor took a sample for biopsy and is setting both CT scan and surgery for me. If is hasn't moved past its current location everything will be sorted out on the table.
If not, I'll deal with it.
I've lost a bit of the extra weight I was carrying due to being on heart meds. I have a good appetite and plenty of energy. Ironically, I look and feel better than I have in years.
I have started in on fruit and veggie smoothies so my body will be healthier and be able to repair itself. I've done some research and will do more, and I refuse to worry until I have something worth worrying about.
For all of this, I am grateful.
Cancer, my ass!