In February, I was diagnosed with Stage IV ovarian cancer. They classified it as Stage IV because they thought that it had gone to the liver. The ER doctors wanted my husband to sign a DNR order and some other papers that made it obvious that they didn't think I was going to make it. The hospital wanted to send me to Syracuse to a specialist but the specialist wouldn't take me at first because I had no insurance,it was too expensive to get, and then when the hospital social worker got me on a plan, he didn't accept that plan. My oncologist tried to get a personal favor to have him take me but when he relented, he said he would take me in 6 weeks. My oncologist told him that would be too late for me. At the end of February, I had debulking surgery done by a fantastic team that would take my insurance. The team I have is wonderful. The surgeon found it hadn't gone to the liver and downgraded the cancer to Stage III. All my friends said I looked drawn and pale. I don't think anybody held out much hope for me. My husband even said that he was afraid to hug me because I was so thin he thought he would hurt me. After 6 session of Taxol and Carboplatin, my ca 125 levels are below normal. I had a great support group that gave me the spirit I needed to fight like Rocky. I feel pretty good now too.(except the week after chemo).
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