Hug the World

I visited my oncologist. My CA125 is within normal range - thank Jesus. (For the non-believers, please pronounce that name as HeySuze). 

Before the doctor entered the room, I tried to visualize the number 19, thinking that if I could visualize this number, that's the number the doctor would come back with. Crazy ass cancer patient! Visualizing numbers -- I kind of doubt that really works in the scheme but I'll try just about anything. The doctor entered and said something about "better results." He said the CA was 29. So see visualizing the #19 worked halfway! Then he said that "Whenever you mess with the peritoneum, it screws up the CA125." Out of relief I started to cry for a brief second (as opposed to a long second) I asked him for a hug. We have not hugged until that moment though I'm trying to get lovin from anywhere I can - hugs help you live longer and not smoking and exercising and owning a puppy and not eating crap except occasionally See's candies.


The moral of this story is don't mess with your peritoneum which should not be confused with the perineum because I was confusing them I was wondering what kind of surgery the weight loss surgeon had performed where he would have messed with my perineum? I felt temporarily creeped out and wondered if wls would still have the same effect with a messy perineum?


Needless to say, I don't have to order that big coffin yet, and I will be around longer barring unforeseen circumstances like the proverbial mack truck that everyone always talks about whenever you find yourself having to make yet another crucial decision. A mack truck was discussed when I decided to have a tubal ligation right after the Caesarean where I gave birth to twins. (What if they (twins?) get hit by a Mack truck?) I've been looking over my shoulder ever since. Lucky me, I get to deal with life instead.