I had mentioned a while back how I was waiting on surgery during the COVID shutdowns, and how pain had been keeping me out of the garden. I was finally able to have surgery two weeks ago, after a 3 month delay. Unfortunately, that is where the good news ends. A few hours after waking from surgery, my doctor informed me that the surgery had not gone well, and where they had expected to find a cyst, there was scarring that had fused my ovary to the back of my uterus, and obstructed my bowel in two places. She told me it was endometriosis, but that diagnosis would be shattered by a call two days later. The post-op pathology found cancer. A rare, aggressive form of ovarian cancer that we're still struggling to find information on. What we do know is that there will be more surgery and chemo. Anything beyond that is unknown. I have days when depression grips me, days when I am angry beyond measure, and days when I somehow feel full of hope. But, since no one here signed up to follow a cancer diary, I'm going to pause this account. My garden is a mess, weeds are infiltrating my perennial beds, grass isn't mowed, some veggies haven't even been planted in the raised beds. I'm also giving myself a break from looking at your lovely, picture-perfect gardens. If you've made it this far, I hope you will do me one more kindness - no advice, no platitudes, no telling me I'm a warrior, no stories of friends who survived. I have a disease that no one understands, not even my oncologist. Success is not guaranteed. But we try and move forward as best we can. — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/2Cuu4kt