The first 7 hours....

So I got a call from my gyn today, and just after 12:00pm, my entire world flipped upside. I was told I have cervical cancer and that mine is rare, unusual and aggressive.  Anyone who knows me knows that I tend to be an all or nothing kind of girl, so leave it to me to get the weird stuff! Since I was just on my way into work, I immediately turned back around and headed home (after a melt down in the car, of course).

To give a little background, it started a few weeks ago when I went for my regular pap, which came back abnormal.  As a "precaution" it was decided to do a colposcopy (where why take a big ol' magnifying lens to your cervix! FUN!), which resulted in the gyn doing a biopsy (yay! more fun times!).  After talking w/ the doc, and then my own googling, I was mildly concerned, but reassured that in these cases, it's usually nothing, and something they just keep an eye on.  Ummm yeah, so much for that!

Flash forward to the rest of my day:  visit to the oncologist (aka he-who-has-no-sense-of-humor), which included more poking and prodding at my lady bits (let's be honest with ourselves, men just don't have the right touch when it comes to using a speculum in the vagina.).  And fun-est time of all: a rectal (so he could feel the back side of my cervix).  Now if getting a diagnosis of cancer is the whipped cream on your sundae, then a big ol' man-finger up your backside truly is the cherry with the nuts on top!  The rest of the day was less eventful, with a million vials of blood being drawn, xrays and EKG.  I wonder what medical wonders and joys are up for next week?

The Impact:
My initial freaking out came with the immediate fear of dying.  I mean, who wants to die when they've just finished college (finally!), and still have years of crippling student loan debt to pay off?  I'll be damned if I suffered through all those science and math classes to be taken out by cancer!! Never mind that I still haven't eaten at a Roscoe's Chicken n' Waffles....