Note: This column goes into detail about cancer treatment and the mental challenges, and may be triggering to some.The last couple of months have been tough.
It’s not very subtle anymore. Whereas I had to shift my shoulder a certain way just to feel it at first, now I can see it when I look in the mirror. It is growing rapidly. I had one more pre-surgery procedure to go - a CT scan, here in Courtenay. When I got word that the first available opening was more than four weeks later, depression set in. That scan finally happened on Saturday .I was hopeful this would be a minor procedure. Go in, remove the mass, get out.The surgeon will begin with an incision starting at the back of my ear, running along my jawline to my chin, then down to my collarbone, creating somewhat of a flap to open up.
My sister, who is a doctor in Alberta, has been attending all my consults via phone, and she is quick to point out how lucky I am to be in B.C. It’s also a relief that I am in such good hands, personally. Not just with the health-care system, but equally as important, with my support system.