The BIG Surgery

Is it Tuesday yet? I'm SO ready to be done with my last cancer to do. This cancer treatment process is a constant cycle of destruction and rebuilding. This Tuesday's surgery will be the last destruction of my body when they remove the tumor. I'm ready to get on the other side of that and start the long process of rebuilding my body without (hopefully) any further steps backwards.

Last week I learned that this will indeed be the BIG surgery resulting in a permanent colostomy. My surgeon called and gave me the news. After such a good ultrasound and having my hopes high I was crushed. It was like having the wind knocked out of me. I tried to be strong and not be upset. But then I just started crying. And it was much needed. My body & mind have endured months of chemo/rad and related traumas.

The sole purpose of doing chemo/rad before surgery was to try to avoid colostomy. Otherwise I would have just had the "BIG" surgery right away. "So if my ultrasound results were so great WHY not try the lesser surgery???" screamed my head. After crying a while my heart told me a different story. The doctors are doing what's in my best interest.  If I have a lesser surgery now I may not have a colostomy but would have a higher chance of the cancer recurring. Having the BIG surgery is the best way to avoid recurrence.

If I were a healthy 41 year old the situation might be different. Recurrence could be managed with another round of treatment etc. But lets face it. I'm not healthy. Just months ago I went to Duke to see if I'm a lung transplant candidate. Recurrence in months or a few years would not be a good thing. Would I be healthy enough at that point to fight cancer again? Also, any recurrence pushes the possibility of transplant further out. Duke requires that you be cancer free for two years to be a candidate. That means in December 2012 I'll be eligible for transplant again. My lungs can probably make it that long but any longer is questionable.

How horrible would I feel if I avoided colostomy but had recurrence and then didn't make it to transplant? The statement "vanity kills" rings true. I'd much rather have a colostomy and have a better shot at making it to transplant. My docs have this ultimate goal in mind even though I'd like for them to let me take the easy way out and do the lesser surgery.

The last few days I've moved through a wide variety of emotions. Anger, disbelief, dread, fear, resignation, acceptance, etc has been my progression. Today I feel up to the challenge and strong enough to get through it. Positivity is back in play :). It's been a long and winding road but I can almost see the end.