Back from the doctor’s. It took all morning, as I had to wait two hours to see a specialist. Thanks to all who wished me well.
Not great news, as I’d figured. I do have cancer. The doctor is putting a positive spin on it – it may be stage 1, it may just be local. In any case, I’ll need surgery, and they are going to do a CAT scan to see if it’s spread.
She thinks the nausea is not related, but because of waste remaining too long in my colon, which is exceptionally twisty apparently. Hard to believe the timing is coincidental though.
I am upset. I did eventually talk to my friend last night, so then I had someone to tell about this after the appointment. I ended up crying on the phone. It was nice of him to care. We took a walk around and around a park close to his house. I was a bit shocked, so couldn’t take in much of what he was saying. He had a friend who had colon cancer and it turned out OK.
The surgery will be in about four weeks. Recovery time she said also four weeks, which is not great for me because I am contract and won’t be paid. However, I do have savings.
My friend said I am not utterly alone. He is there. Also my family will help me if I need it. That is true.
Hard to see where therapy fits into this. All that work on my feelings, and my body gives out. Even though I don’t feel sick.