Posts by analogcanyon4

Thanks, Jason Taylor. I had cervical adenocarcinoma. They couldn't just clear it out with a cone biopsy because it was too big—around 17 mm—so they ended up doing a radical hysterectomy to get everything out. It worked perfectly, though. Thank God there was no lymphovascular invasion.

It’s been exactly one year since I went under the knife and they got all that nasty stuff out of me. My doctors told me I caught it just in time. Honestly, I hit the jackpot, and I’m just praying everything stays on this track.
Today carries some heavy symbolism for me, so I’m treating it like my second birthday.
I want to send some love to all the warriors out there fighting the good fight, and to their families who are stepping up and giving it their all to take care of them.
May God watch over you and give you the strength you need. Hang in there, okay?

Thanks for the reply, Angela Wright. Honestly, I’m with you on everything. When I was battling this, all I could think about was the massive bucket list of things I’d do once I got healthy. Now that I’m actually in the clear, instead of just enjoying a better, more peaceful life, I’m already stressing over the next thing on the horizon. I haven't even touched half the stuff I planned to do.
I really did get a second chance that most people unfortunately never get.
I know how lucky I am... it's just that I can't seem to flip the switch... my brain is playing tricks on me.😵😵

I checked out the cervical cancer thread, but it’s pretty much a ghost town, so I figured I’d jump over here instead. Just to be clear, I’m not posting as a caregiver—I’m the patient. Ten months ago, I was hit with an adenocarcinoma diagnosis. Honestly, I won't bore you with the whole "shock and terror" routine; it sounds weird, but at first, it all felt so surreal and distant. After my cone biopsy showed positive margins (stage 1b1, grade 1), I had to go through a radical hysterectomy. I don't know how else to put it, but once the initial shock wore off during my hospital stay, I was dead certain everything would turn out fine. Like, I truly believed this was just the starting line and that I’d caught it right on time. I remember my husband just staring at me, completely floored by how calm I was being. You know that feeling where you’re just *convinced* things are going to work out? I was actually more upbeat than some of the other women on the ward who had much less serious diagnoses; I was the one trying to cheer them up and keep the vibes positive. The surgery took about three and a half hours, and shortly after I landed in ICU, the surgeon came by to tell me he was really happy with how it went and thought I’d be okay. And this guy isn't exactly known for handing out easy optimism... Everything was removed, including 50 lymph nodes. About fifteen days later, the results came back: adenocarcinoma in situ, and all 50 nodes were totally clear. No radiation, no chemo. Even then, my confidence didn't waver... I just knew I was going to be alright. But now, ten months later, the fear is hitting me harder than ever. It’s like I’m finally waking up to how heavy and dangerous this whole thing actually was. I can't stop obsessing over it—scouring the web, reading every study, digging for answers. My husband says I'm looking for trouble... Every little twinge, every tiny ache, every random sharp pain... it sends me straight into a panic. It’s actually scarier than that moment the doctor looked me in the eye and said, "You have cancer." Is this just a delayed reaction? Is anyone else going through this? Probably everyone, right? But I just can't shake the constant dread that it’s all going to come back.