The biopsy was normal. No cancer. I still don’t know why I kept hemorrhaging. I’m on medication now–progesterone. I will know after my doctor’s appointment today what is going to be done about this freaking huge cyst on my right ovary. I still strongly urge anyone who is advised to have the biopsy to simply do it.
I had already discussed with my family what course I would take if cancer was involved. Surgery yes–chemotherapy no. I know people who died more quickly from the chemotherapy than the disease itself–but it is not the rate toward the demise that made me say no–it was their suffering. Besides, I prefer to let nature take it’s course. I feel that radiation therapy is like “fighting fire with fire”–and in the case of this, had it come to fruition, it makes no sense to me.
I told my sons if I’m meant to live I’ll live. If meant to die, then chemo or radiation won’t change the outcome anyway. That is just my view. Realistically, it isn’t that I have a death wish. I just feel that such invasive and painful treatments would be more of a burden to my family.
Now that I got that out in the open, I will update you when I get finished at the doctor’s office tomorrow. I am looking forward to two days with my grandson soon. Life is good, no matter what hand I am dealt. I always manage and that is what counts.