One week after surgery, I graduated from walking like an 80 year-old to maybe a 65 year-old. I still couldn't stand up straight and it still hurt like hell to laugh but I was starting to feel better. It was a Tuesday afternoon, my mom bought Chick-fil-A for lunch :-) so my inner fat kid was happy. We were just eating, talking and laughing, when I received a phone call. I knew from the caller ID that it was someone from my doctors office so I reluctantly picked up. "Hello?," I quietly answered. "Yes, Crystal this is Dr. Lee...," I knew from there it was not a good phone call. You see Doctors don't usually call patients unless there is something going on. "Are you busy? Is this a good time to talk? You're not driving are you?" she asked. "No, I'm just eating lunch with my mother.," and I placed the phone on speaker as I anticipated what was to come. What she told me was enough to take my appetite away. The final pathology report came in and the findings turned out to be that my tumor was malignant. I had an immature teratoma and Dr. Lee stated I would need to begin chemotherapy. She wanted to meet with the pathologist and some of her colleagues to discuss plan of care and I was to meet with her the following week.
Great more waiting :*(
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