Three years ago today, I got a new bladder. Cancer in the lining and muscle of the bladder and nearly 4 months of chemo that did not help meant that it would have to go. I would arrive at the hospital at 5:00 am (usually my favorite time of day) and after a couple hours of prep and 10 hours of surgery, I would have a new bladder constructed from about two feet of my small intestine.
This is how I looked shortly after surgery:
Because I had a catheter in for 4 weeks, it would still be a while until I would know if the new bladder really worked correctly. Fortunately, it did. And then getting control of it after a lot of physical therapy and core strengthening. Never was I so motivated to work my core.
These cancer anniversaries are very emotional for me. Each represented a major step in the cancer journey and each represented a leap of transformational change in my life. As it says in James 1:2 “Consider it pure joy my brothers whenever you go through trials of many kinds.” It was not pure joy in this picture, I am shocked at how pale I look. The pure joy came later when I learned to rely on God’s strength and not my own, among many other lessons, which I have chronicled on this blog.
I get another CT scan and checkup in less than 3 weeks. If this scan is all clear, the probability of the cancer returning drops significantly and I can extend the time between scans to at least 6 months from my current 3 months.
Thanks for being with me on this journey. I believe the three year old birthday will be called the “terrific three’s rather than the terrible three’s.”
A Boomer In Transition