I remember glancing at the pre-op paperwork as I shuffled away from the registration desk. With my purse on one shoulder, hugging my marathon jacket to my chest, I read it more than once.
Diagnosis: CARCINOMA IN SITU.
I hadn’t heard anyone call my condition “carcinoma” before, and I knew what the word “carcinoma” meant. It means early stage cancer, or — as it is sometimes referred to, “stage 0 cancer.”
Let me be clear: My condition was and is NOT cancer, but it was about to become cancer. I want to be certain that everyone knows I didn’t have cancer, do not define myself as a cancer survivor, and will not undergo any type of invasive and miserable treatment to get rid of any type of cancer. Stage 0 is the stage just before it’s stage 1 cancer. I was close. I was towing the line. I missed the call from cervical cancer.
And as a result of carcinoma in situ, I had part of my cervix burned off to make sure these severely pre-cancerous abnormalities didn’t spread (and if they did, the result would be a total hysterectomy, which I do not want ate age 32 when we are still considering another child).
I gotta tell ya — seeing “carcinoma” anywhere near your name will weigh on your mind and make you think very hard.
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