Waiting.
I spent two days cramping and bleeding, which is unusual after an endometrial biopsy. You normally spot for about a day and you’re done.
I do not wait well.
I’ve always been impatient, wanting things done according to my schedule. This situation is beyond my control and I don’t like it. It is three days post-endometrial biopsy and I want to know the results now so I can prepare for what lies ahead.
My gynecologic oncologist said it should take four to five days to get the pathology report. Today is Friday. I should know something Monday or Tuesday, if I’m lucky, since doctors don’t work on weekends.
I am a writer on deadline. I have four writing projects due next week. I haven’t been able to focus. I still need to schedule interviews. I’ve spent the past three days snacking mindlessly on Baked Lays potato chips, Brachs chocolate stars and mini KitKats and playing endless rounds of online Scrabble.
Today, however, I felt the first glimmerings of life coming back. I laughed today. I went to the bank and my favorite teller said to have a great weekend and he’d see me next time, his new catch phrase in place of “Have a nice day.” I looked at him and said he had it up until he said “Have a great weekend.” He created a new catch phrase just for me, “Have an intellectual weekend.” I put my head down on the counter and laughed till I cried. It felt so damn good to laugh.
I have spent the day laughing. My cocoon of numbness is wearing off. Whatever is going to happen is going to happen. I have no control over the situation. It doesn’t make waiting easier, perhaps a shade more tolerable. I don’t like not being in control.
The other night a Facebook friend and I started chatting online. What follows is a portion of that conversation:
“And so it begins. You tell someone you had a biopsy and immediately they tell you everything is going to be alright without knowing the circumstances or reasons behind the biopsy. Or they start telling you stories about friends or family members who had cancer and beat it when the cancer has no relationship to yours. Or, if you’re a woman, they automatically assume you had a breast biopsy and when you say endometrial they look at you like you’re from another planet. Or your own mother doesn’t want to acknowledge the fact you might have cancer. Or idiots insist on babbling that most banal of all phrases at you: “Have a nice day.” There’s no excuse for the idiots. I look them right in the eye and say I’ve had an endometrial biopsy and might have cancer. This is going to be a rough few days. I want to hit someone. I wish I had a suite of armor so I could bash the hell out of someone with live steel.
MMJ: I appreciate your feelings. Pity there isn’t a gun range close to you. Firing a few rounds might make you feel better for a moment. Hang in there.
This time around folks it could be cancer. The number one symptom of endometrial cancer is abnormal uterine bleeding, which I’ve had for about a year. It has progressed from occasional spotting to bleeding up to six times a month, sometimes heavy enough that I have to wear a pad. I don’t have any delusions about this. I went through menopause in 2005 or 2006. I shouldn’t be bleeding.
MMJ: You’ve done the right thing in having the biopsy done. The wait will make you crazy. When you get the results, you can make your plans on what to do next. Cancer or no, something is wrong and needs to be fixed. Hang in there. Do you have access to any violent video games? You can kill a lot and not end up in court.
What has helped is starting a blog and writing about the experience. Isn’t that what writers do best?
MMJ: You have it right. Talking about it is the best therapy. Unfortunately it is difficult for most people facing a possible cancer diagnosis to find someone to listen. It brings up mortality and that is something most humans hide from. I’m proud of you for doing the blog. It is helping you and may even help another woman.
I was inspired to start the blog after interviewing people for my article on endometrial cancer for spryliving.com. Doctors don’t tell women being obese puts them at increased risk of developing it. It is the most commonly diagnosed gynecological cancer. Women need to know this.
MMJ: Keep writing as you go. This would make a great book in the nonfiction section. Your story and experiences could be a great help for women facing this. It will help give you purpose when all this feels so completely insane and out of your control.
It already feels insane and out of my control. Fortunately, there have been a few, such as yourself, who have reached out and are trying to keep my centered. Trying to work is a nightmare. I have no concentration right now.
MMJ: It is insane and beyond your control right now. All you can do is hang onto yourself, the being that is Roberta. That’s about all any woman can do at this point. Concentration will return when the coast is clear.
The writing assignments I have seem so banal compared to what I’m going through. I went through this in 2008 when I found out I had pre-cancerous cells growing in the lining of my uterus. Why is it so hard this time?
MMJ: It’s harder because it is more serious this time.
I do standup and I’m thinking of turning this into a comedy routine. As a survivor told me, you can either curl up in a corner and suck your thumb or you can laugh about it. I don’t think I’m quite at the laughing part yet.
MMJ: You’re right about it not being funny right now. However, it will make a great comedy routine. Another way to get the message out. People are more willing to hear things like this if you can make it OK for them to laugh at it. The monster loses it power if you laugh.
If I can joke about being strip searched on stage in front of the daughter of the judge who put me in jail, I can joke about baring it all literally. Later though. I need to get through the waiting part first. It’s funny. I don’t seem to be able to come up with questions to ask my doc, whom I want by my side through this ordeal. He’s only a few years older than I am. It feels as if I know everything already. I interviewed him for the story.
I keep flashing back to that last photo in my post. That container holds my future. I don’t think anything prepares you for a cancer diagnosis. My parents both had cancer and are 10 plus years cancer survivors. It’s different when it’s happening to you.
MMJ: That’s great that you got to develop a relationship with him prior to the procedure. So often, women only see the doctor at the time of the procedure. By interviewing him, he got to see you as a human being, not just a vagina in need of medical attention.”
Thanks MMJ. That conversation was very cathartic and just what I needed that night. It felt so good sharing my feelings with someone who took the time to listen.
I just need to make it through this weekend.