Once again we’ve pulled into the hospital parking lot. The grey and stone sanctuary of the ill is looming ahead of us. The enemy is inside and its time to cut it out! Pondering over the past several months, I must admit, it’s been a summer of stress, joy, adventure, passion, and worry. Aestas horribilis.
Looking back, it was in July that I attended my annual mammogram at this same hospital. I am already a survivor, for 40 years I have sat on pins and needles after each mammogram, only to be delighted at the sound of a wonderful voice say, “All Clear”. This time would be different, the phone rang and the dreaded, “Call Back”, seemed to screech into my ear. As July progressed I attended a 2nd mammogram appointment. Then, there was an ultra sound, and yes, two masses were confirmed. A biopsy followed. August I attended my follow-up appointment with the Doctor. At this time I was told surgery was required.
It’s now September and so, here we are once again moving along the concrete walkway leading to the sliding doors. As I held my husband Mark’s hand, I noticed the windows reflected a brilliant rising sun. Was this an omen of things to come?
Preparing for surgery, I was compassionately cared for by the hospital staff. I was then wheeled into the operating theatre. On the stage of this cold and stark theatre humming with the sounds of monitoring machines was a team of professionals moving about collaboratively performing with purpose. They were the stars of the show, I was their audience. During my drug induced slumber the, “Cut It Out” climax came and went. Although a daunting experience for me, I accepted what we were all here in the theatre to do.
I have battle wounds. They are my badges of survival. This new scar is horrifying and delightful. I can once again delight in the joy of seeing another brilliant sunrise, horrified for the upcoming biopsy results I’m expecting in October. Delighted that I again have the chance to laugh, joke, and cause mischief.
Words are powerful tools, Words have the power to tear down or build people up. Thank you to all of you who expressed loving thoughts through your words of encouragement. Your heartfelt messages of support have sustained me throughout my recovery.
I am in gratitude!
Jo-Ann L. Tremblay
“Everyone you meet has a story to tell.”
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Dear Jo-Ann: My prayers for your recovery. You are an inspiration to us all. 💕 Carolanne
Oh Joanne what a summer you have had.. sending positive vibes and plenty of healing hugs. please Never, Ever Give Up. ❤️xxx
Okay you mischievous monkey you made me cry someone has to you just march to the yet again train and move forward. I am praying with all my heart the news to follow will be excellent for you your loved ones and all those that cherish you earth angel. Get well soon babe! Love you so much. Oh by the way touching and well written as usual.
Good luck, I hope all is well.
I sincerely wish you well……
Dear Jo-anne, thinking of you for a speedy recovery. All our love, Wilma.xxx
Glad to hear the surgery is over Hope the biopsy results will be positive news. Sending you healing thoughts and white light, kiddo. Hang in there! Love you, kiddo. Carol
Jo-Ann, so sorry to learn you are facing another hurdle. I will send up prayers for your speedy recovery. Hugs and healing vibes. Love you. Phyllis.