By Catherine Gigante-Brown for Ravishly.
Farewell, Girls. Thanks for being so awesome.
My first thought was: “‘I can’t go through this again.”
This being cancer.
Less than three years earlier, in the spring of 2013, I was diagnosed with Stage 1 breast cancer. I weathered a mastectomy, emergency removal of the reconstructive surgery “hardware” due to a terrible infection, and three months of chemotherapy.
I thought cancer was behind me. Until I had a weird pain near my left ovary which lasted for several days.
It felt a lot like ovulation… Only, at 56, that train had left the station a long time ago. I know breast cancer survivors have an increased risk of ovarian cancer, so I went to my OB-GYN, who gave me a referral for a pelvic sonogram. I hoped it would be nothing — just gas or a pulled muscle from an intense downward-facing dog in yoga.
“Your left ovary is fine,” the nurse practitioner told me over the phone. “But you have a cyst the size of an orange on your right ovary.”
In post-menopausal women like me, ovaries serve little purpose. Basically, they just cause problems. At this stage of the game, there’s no sense in “saving” an ovary. For what? Ovarian cancer? I had just lost my friend Candice to a five-year battle with ovarian cancer. There was no question in my mind about having “the Girls” removed. Both of them.
My OB-GYN was cautiously optimistic that the cyst wasn’t malignant. Just to be sure, she ordered a CA 125, blood test that detects ovarian cancer. But it wasn’t tres reliable, since many conditions also give a false positive.
Watch Toni Collette shave of her hair in retaliation to her cancer diagnosis in Miss You Already below. Post continues after video.