Good morning, Netizens…
Thank God it's Friday!
I have studiously avoided mentioning anything related to the ailment that Suzie and I have known about for nearly a month, simply because Suzie did not want to make a “big thing” out of it, and seriously wanted to avoid any public notice. Unlike your truly, she is extremely reticent about sharing the details of her personal life, and until she finally began sharing bits and pieces of her malady, I was content to always let her have her way, and I remained closed-mouth about her cancer and the diagnoses we have received, other than a few friends who I swore to silence upon a number of dire threats.
However, once she let the cat out of the bag, telling a few friends about what was going on, and when one of them immediately blabbed all she knew to the rest of the free world, I no longer felt I had to sit on my hands, hence this morning's entry.
For you see, Suzie has uterine cancer. As opposed to the initial diagnosis, which scared the bejesus out of us both, we now know that on a scoring scale of one-to-ten, ten being the highest severity, she has scored a one, and according to her oncologist, thus is an excellent candidate for robotic surgery. If all goes according to the plan, she will actually be in the hospital for a day while they perform the actual surgery robotically, with an in-home recuperation period of as much as a month. According to the oncologist, if everything works as planned, she has an excellent chance of total recuperation.
Both of us have extensively researched not only the kind of cancer she has on the Internet, and all the possible treatment methods that modern medical science can give us, but even the type of non-invasive removal of her uterus and all the other female plumbing that procedure may include. We are both quite confident that everything will work out, and that everything that can be done has already been done or will be done within the next few weeks.
However, this ordeal has been frightening, to say the very least. I have lost track of the number of hours we have spent sleepless, tossing and turning as we contemplated unraveling our lives together, and of all the ugly possibilities that could take place. I will keep everyone updated as we approach the closure of this arduous affair.