When Life Gives You a Bad Diagnosis....you talk about it.

I was reluctant to write about this but after over thinking it, I decided that writing about it is good for my Soul.  So here goes.  After three lung biopsies I have been diagnosed with a low grade Neuroendocrine Carcinoid Tumor (NET) that decided to form in my lung.  It's a low grade tumor that hasn't spread outside of the lung.  As my Pulmonary Doctor says, "it's a good cancer, if there is such a thing!" I am very thankful that it is not Lung Cancer.  Please know that I'm not telling you this for sympathy, My voice is in my writing so I'm telling you this because I need to get it out there and say the words out loud.

  The surgeon will remove the lung lobe containing the tumor by performing a "lobectomy." or a "wedge resection."  The good part is that no chemo or radiation or any other type of therapy will be necessary for now. 

This all started back in February.  I thought I had the flu but it seemed worse than the flu, maybe it was Covid...I just don't know.  But I was so sick that I went to my Doctor because I was having breathing problems.  She ordered an xray and it showed the mass on my Lung.  From that point on it was a whirlwind of trips to the Pulmonary Doctor, CT Scans, Pet Scans and three biopsies and a Surgeon!  My Medical Team has been amazing.

This type of Carcinoid Tumor is so rare that they have formed their own Group called...

Stressful?  Yes.  But I'm remaining Strong. I know this surgery is going to be tough and the recovery time will be long but I'm preparing myself mentally through prayer, faith and long talks with my family and friends.  My Sister, Kim has been my Rock and Mr. Sissie has been my support and barer of my sometimes outburst of less than nice demeanor.  Whenever I get off track and my imagination goes wild with worry,  my Son, Jeff  is the voice of sensibility. My Doctor, who did all the right tests and even prayed with me. Plus the other great team of medical professionals who took care of me in the middle of this Pandemic. So with all this support, I know I'll  get through this. I feel blessed that what I have is curable at this point and found early.  This is a gift that wasn't to be for my Brother Kenny and other beloved family members, so I am ever mindful and grateful that I've been given a chance.

Now that I've said all of this I actually feel much better mentally.  I can and will do this.  I have all I need and everyone I love are pulling for me.  What more can a girl ask for!
Here's to all you strong Women Warriors out there battling with illnesses and pain.  May you stay strong, ask for support and share your stories so others know they are not in this alone.

Big hugs and love from me to you.