Those of you who've seen me around the past nearly ten years or so have read about the hell that was life in Vermont, the possibility of homelessness, the return to the bosom of my children and the birth of my grandchildren. You've slogged through my surgeries and my frayed nerves. You've read the occasional fanfic I've managed to get out.
Today I received the birthday present from Hell. I hadn't mentioned this latest crisis... it was just a bit too much. Last Sunday my lady parts decided to they wanted to be Niagara Falls. Lovely hemorrhaging and a trip to the emergency room resulted in a two day hospital stay and lots of invasive testing.
Today I had a follow-up visit with the doctor and she pronounced the results of the biopsy.
I don't know what stage it's in yet... have a GYN appointment next Tuesday, but it looks like there's another surgery on my horizon.
I really think I'm at the end of my wits here. Enough, already. Okay?