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You may have heard about a new study indicating symptoms that when recognized can be used to detect ovarian cancer early enough to save lives. This is important because when detected early, over 90% of ovarian cancers can be cured. Unfortunately, right now only 19% of cases are being detected early. And because ovarian cancer is so hard to diagnose, there is only a 45% survival rate (still alive 5 years after diagnosis). That's why we need to recognize these symptoms and know what to do if we have any of them.
My intention for this post was to tell you the facts about ovarian cancer, and the symptoms to watch for, and I am still going to do that. But for me, there is also a personal side to this story, and I couldn't imagine covering this topic without acknowledging it.
One of my saddest cases working as a nurse was on the oncology unit. I had a young women as my patient (she was in her late twenties, only a few years older than I was at the time), and she had been diagnosed with end stage ovarian cancer. I had been working on the oncology unit for over a year, and many times patients came to my unit in the last few weeks or days of their lives, mostly so they could be given large doses of pain medication to keep them comfortable. Everyone knew these patients were coming in not to be cured, but to die. It was always hard and always sad, but this time the woman dying was so young.
Unlike many of my other patients, I would never get to know this woman. She would only live another few days, and during that time she would be mostly unconscious from all the medications. But even so, I will never forget her. What I remember most was the sadness that surrounded her, her family standing and sitting around the bed, just waiting for her suffering to finally be over. Among all of the darkness and grief, a little girl (maybe two or three years old) was happily playing and skipping in and out of her mother's room, blissfully unaware. Every time I saw the little girl I thought how painful it must have been for her mother to know she would be dying and leaving her beautiful baby girl. How sad she must have been knowing she would miss all the important moments of her daughter's life. And how sad it was going to be for that little girl, growing up without her mother, never getting to know her. How could something so unfair be happening to this family? It seemed unfathomable to me, but I was watching it happen with my own eyes, I couldn't deny it. That was almost twenty years ago, but I remember it as if it were yesterday.
I didn't know it then, but only a few years later I would come eerily close to being in a similar situation as that young women. And it was the thought of not being there for my children that was the hardest thing to deal with. The thought of not being able to see my babies grow up (my son was 3, my daughter just 4 months), of not being able to be their mother, not being there for their birthdays, their graduations, and their weddings, not being there to protect them from the world...Those were the thoughts that haunted me, even more than any fear I might have had of dying.
I would need to have surgery quickly and have the tumor removed, only then would I find out if the cancer had spread. Even though I was referred to the best oncologist in the area, I knew the outcome wasn't good if it had spread. I don't think anyone (unless you have personally been through it) can understand the horror of being put under anesthesia, knowing that when you wake up you might be told you are dying.
The last thing I remember just before I was put under, was my doctor telling me that because I was so young he would try to save my uterus and one ovary. I told him I was blessed to have two beautiful children, and that the only thing that mattered to me was being able to be a mom to my children. I pleaded with him not to take any chances, if there was even a remote chance it had spread, to please
