Not the call I was hoping to get

Neuroendocrine carcinoma.

Don’t google it.

That’s the call I got on the way to meet the teacher night. After leaving day 2 of MRI’s. That call turned my worst case thoughts to a distant memory– I’d trade the neuroendocrine cancer diagnosis for a stage 3 cervical cancer.  I’d researched enough over the summer to know what it was, how rare and aggressive it was, and the weight of the world starting to come crashing down.

In a complete daze, I walked the classroom, interacted with my family and teachers. It was almost like a Peanuts flick…. everyone sounded like the teacher “wonntwaawontwaaant”

After Ry left for Brownies I could finally take off my mom face.

One Comment Add yours

  1. Sandy Whitford (Ferguson family) says:

    Blessings and prayers 🙏🏻❤️


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