Fran's Blog - "It's Cancer" - Excerpt from CANCER SCHMANCER

When the phone rang I was in the bathroom.  Since becoming single I always like to have a handset wherever I am in the house, in the event of an emergency.  As long as the phone is within arm's reach, I'm never really alone.  When I heard it was Doctor #8 I went into my bedroom to grab a pen and paper.  I'd learned from experience:  When speaking with a doctor about anything that concerns you, get in the habit of taking notes.

That's when it happened.  In that moment.  Reality with a capital R came and bit me on the ass.  On the phone, sitting on the edge of the bed, in my workout clothes, clutching a tiny pad, I wrote down that I had cancer as tears rolled down my cheeks.

How could this be happening?  How could this be true?  No one else said I had cancer, and I'd had blood tests.  Ins't cancer supposed to be indicated by your blood count?  I'd had many ultrasounds of my uterus -- why didn't the cancer show up there?  Why, why, why?

I hung up the phone in a complete state of shock.  Was I going to die?  Was I now to become another medical statistic?  How could this have been going on for so long undiagnosed?  Scribbled on my pad was an appointment on Friday to meet with a gynecologic oncologist.  Friday?  But this was Monday!  How could I, why should I have to wait four days before taking the next step?  You know what my answer was?  "Because that's when she sees new patients."  Who cares about some new-patient policy when I have cancer, for God's sake?

But the world doesn't change itself because you have cancer.  The only world that changes is yours!  

Excerpted from Cancer Schmancer by Fran Drescher 

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