If you’ve read the short bios on my Facebook page or my blog, you already know this information, but I’ll share it with those of you who may not know yet. I’m not telling you this to freak you out or to elicit sympathy, but just by way of general factual info so you know what’s up if I get tired while teaching or lecturing, or can’t make it to a field trip.
On Thanksgiving Day 2018, I was rushed to the hospital with severe pain in my abdomen.
It turned out I had two forms of endometrial cancer; one somewhat sluggish and passive and the other one super-aggressive. The aggressive one had formed a tumor the size of a grapefruit (which I called “Wilson” after the soccer ball in the movie “Castaway” with Tom Hanks) in my abdomen which is what was causing the pain I was feeling. You can see a video of the CAT scan that was done HERE.
Wilson was removed in mid-December last year, but not before he took the opportunity to rupture and spew cancer cells throughout my abdomen (which I now call “The Sons of Wilson”). There’s no way to tell where the cells will attach themselves to next, and the prognosis is not a good one.
Bottom line, I may have about 5 years to live.
Rather than spending that time having chemo treatments which would make me miserable and not guarantee me any more time, I’ve decided to forego treatment and spend my final years doing what I love: nature walks, photography, and teaching the naturalists classes.
So, there you have it in a nutshell. Hugs are always welcome; sad faces are not.