I remember bleeding for nine months straight, passing blood clots the size of a softball having to bare down to push them out. I remember the nights I’d wake up and when I stood up blood and clots would just gush out. I remember the showers I had to take and clots gushing out. I remember crying from pain, yet showing a brave face. I remember the first OB I went to after bleeding for two months straight, then three months, then four months, then six months of bleeding straight. His response was it was due to my weight and said I had PCOS with no testing done. After telling him something’s not right and begging for tests to be done he said it wasn’t necessary. I remember the second OB I went to explaining if had been nine months of gushing blood and clots to the point I lost my job from having to leave or going to the bathroom to frequently. She immediately said this isn’t right, scheduled an emergency ultrasound. They found polyps and fibroids, scheduled surgery as quickly as they could. Every single tissue sample she got was cancerous. I remember the call September 2nd, I was on break at work when she broke the news to me. I didn’t want to talk to anyone. I sat in my car and just cried. I called my wife in tears she could barely understand me. Next call was my dad and I couldn’t keep it together. I remember calling my mom, she was out shopping at the hardware store asked if she could call me back when she was done checking out. She called back and I told her, we both lost it. I remember coming home still crying, I begged my wife to leave me so she didn’t have to go through the journey of cancer so young with me. She just grabbed me and said she wasn’t going anywhere and hugged me as I sobbed. I remember my first cancer center call to schedule an appointment, and my first appointment. I remember my options but ultimately got a hysterectomy. I remember being told I would never have biological kids in my life, and would be put into instant medical menopause at 28 years old. I remember the call from the cancer center to scheule my surgery and just crying while talking to the lady. The day of surgery my wife couldn’t even come back with me because it was 2020 and Covid was at an all time high. I argued, pleaded, begged, and yelled at the receptionist who told me she couldn’t come back with me. Coming home after a three day hospital stay in so much pain I couldn’t even lift my twins up or hardly walk. That Christmas we didn’t have a tree or even the money for any gifts. My mom dug a 4 foot tree out that the branches were rusted, and that was all we had for Christmas but we made the best of it. The endless doctors visits, blood draws, tests, scans, genetic testing to see if I was prone to other genetic cancers. I remember my family all gathering around and coming in from out of town for support the day of my surgery. I had to tell my family I had a 30% chance of living through my surgery. I couldn’t get anyone anything for Christmas that year. Then I got the call two days before Christmas that I was in complete remission and cancer free. So to tell my family I made a puzzle with the news. It took them an hour to put it together but everyone worked together, and I let my mom read the news once the puzzle was complete (errors and all). It was the only gift I could give but it was also the best gift that year. 4 years later and I made it through surgery, I am STILL cancer free. I am a survivor of cancer and no one can take that away from me.
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