This has been an interesting summer. I am a lucky person. I have an
amazing life, an amazing family, work that interests and rewards me in
myriad ways, and, hopefully sometimes allows me to help others.
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| Satch and Janey now |
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This summer was very much like others in some ways, but very different
in others. if you follow my blog you know that I had preventative
surgery in mid June. I had my ovaries and Fallopian tubes removed. It
was a decision that was always in the back of my mind since my Mom,
Jeanne, died of ovarian cancer almost 13 years ago at age 61. Her
ovarian cancer was preceded by breast cancer. As the oldest of 5
siblings I felt like it was up to me to do research and make my Mom's
legacy one of healing and hope, not fear and ignorance.
My research took me to two genetic Counselors and a number of doctors,
specialists and my therapist who I talked everything through with just
to make sure I was sure. I was. I had the procedure laparoscopically
at Memorial Sloan Kettering. It was same day, outpatient surgery.
Pretty cool.
Luckily for me, my siblings, my father, friends, my husband and
daughters were all very supportive. My clients were amazing also,
lending support and compassion for me, a fellow human being. Blessings
and peace to you all.
My original plan had been to have the surgery and feel well enough to
attend the Newport Folk Festival at the end of July. I made it and the
folk festival rocked.
I had a couple amazing experiences before and during the surgery. When
getting ready to do my pre-admission testing a few days before the
procedure, I knocked over, by accident, my toiletries kit that has a
million things in it. I caught it as it was tipping over. The only
things at fell out were a name label "hello my name is Jeanne" which my
mother had written her name on. It was in a little purple mesh bag
inside my kit that had been hers. I had saved it all these years but
the name tag never fell out before (though I take it out and look at it
sometimes). The other thing that fell out were 3 bandaids. My friend
Karen Noe says that that is a 100% sure sign from your loved one. It
really was pretty amazing.
Among the many things I am grateful for is my complete healing. When I
was being prepared for surgery, laying on the operating table and
talking to the anesthesiologist, she put the mask over my nose and mouth
and I began to silently pray the Hail Mary, a very beautiful prayer of
devotion and protection that every little catholic child learns. The
Blessed Mother is the catholic version of the devoted, sanctified mother
of the avatar, not just any gal. I imagined her above me to the right
and knew that no matter what happened, everything was going to be ok.
It may sound like a platitude, but growing up Catholic and going
through the many metamorphoses that we Catholics do, the Blessed Mother
has been a constant. So, to my mind, my two mothers were truly with me
and I could relax.
In the first weeks post surgery, my husband Jim made my life as stress
free as possible, which was a really fun place to live. My sisters were
all there for me, and I was amazed by their sweetness. My daughters
were amazing and giving of their time and patience too. My father
worried, and I hated to put him through it, but he was a steady rock and
has been compassionate and kind beyond words. If you know me you know
that this is a true and incredible gift.
Right after the folk festival, we got a new puppy, Satch.
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| Satch at 2 weeks old |
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| Janey and Mickey a couple years ago |
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Our doggie
Mickey died at age 6 this spring and it was sad. After a full court
press, Jim got his wish - a new golden retriever to keep our other
retriever, Janey, company. I am glad we did it. Satch is an awesome little
guy, and I don't know who is happier, Janey or Jim.
Just to be straight and clear, this was not a huge surgery and my
recovery was swift. My discovery was that I want to live, and hopefully
I will do so for a long time. I am open to speaking with others who
are considering the procedure.