When I went home for Nana’s service earlier this month, I visited my parents. My mom had baked two apple pies that day (my favorite!) because she was going to give one to my aunt and uncle. Apparently, my aunt started having some (abdominal, I guess) pain one day and it escalated to the point where they went to the doctor. She was immediately taken in for emergency surgery and ended up with a full hysterectomy.
As it turns out, the problem was that some small, capsule-like thing ruptured, and that’s what was causing the pain. And the small, capsule-like thing? Stage I Ovarian Cancer. Called “The Silent Killer,” because you basically don’t know you have it until you’re dead.
On one hand, that completely sucks. On the other hand, had the thing not ruptured, we never would have known until it was maybe too late. As it stands, it’s apparently a very early Stage I, so prognosis is good. However, since the capsule did rupture, that means that little cancer cells are just floating around in her body, so she will need chemotherapy. Again though, had it not ruptured, we never would have known anything was wrong. It’s all a trade-off, I suppose.
I’m just shocked. Sort of a “this could never happen to me/my family” feeling, even though it has.