Hello, it’s me!

Hello world of Vocal! My name is Jessie and it’s so nice to meet you. This article is going to short and sweet as its an introduction to my craziness of a life.

I grew up in a small town in Massachusetts called Hanson, its in between Whitman and Pembroke. I lived there for most of my life until I moved out when I was nineteen and got into a bad abusive situation (you can find the letter I wrote to my abuser here). Moved back home for a few more years until I moved out again and lived in Whitman with whom I thought were friends, but people who were just using me. My boyfriend at the time (now husband) moved in with me and supported me through living in that hell.

However, little did I know, I was going to be going even harder hardships. This next section may be hard to read, reader’s beware.

Something was wrong. I’ve had irregular periods since I was ten years old. They had put me on hormones to create a period however the hormones would cramp me up so bad. My parents had always thought I was faking it to stay home, however that was never the case. I have PCOS, Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome and it comes with a bunch of problems as one could imagine. I was twenty-six when it had created a problem. I wasn’t taking the hormones like I should have and had been warned that it may lead to cancer. However, like most young dumb people I thought I was invincible. I had survived this long without issues, what could be thrown at me? My husband and I had intercoarse one night, and about a half hour to an hour later I felt a gush of blood coming out. Meanwhile prior to this I had been having severe pain in my pelvic area. Almost all the doctors I went to blamed my weight. However this wasn’t the case. When I went to the bathroom I was bleeding so heavily I had started freaking out. I couldn’t get the bleeding to stop and I felt weak. Blood clots (uterine lining) was as big as a golf ball or larger. My husband rushed me to the hospital thinking that maybe I was having a miscarriage. The hospital told me that it was just a period and I was over reacting. I had begged and pleaded for them to take the same clot and do some kind of testing to it. They refused. Six months down the line, it was discovered that I had pre-cancer on my cervix, and that there had to be further testing done on my uterus to make sure that part was safe.

October 27th of 2020, my worst nightmare appeared its ugly face. I had Endometrial Cancer, stage one. My husband and I wanted children so we tried the treatment that was offered. Which was an IUD implant covered in hormones. By that March I was supposedly in remission. I felt so much better, eagerly had returned and I was able to do the things I loved and even travelled to Tennessee to see my sister Hope (the author from the hyper link). By that June I moved down to Tennessee away from the city in the quiet country side. The air was clean and pure, way better than the air I was breathing in back up north. Some time had passed and I started feeling ill again. Back to the doctors I went, just to discover that I had not been in remission and I still had cancer. Oh boy. My world crashed around me. Our only option at the time was to remove my uterus and leave behind my ovaries. I was devastated. Ny husband and I really wanted children and this cancer took that chance away from me and it still to this day hurts more than anything. I was in remission for two years until rather recently. They had found a nodule on the vaginal cuff (its where they removed my cervix from the hysterectomy) from a recent CT scan. This Monday I went to get a PET scan and again, my worst fears a raised. I again have cancer. This time they want to do chemo treatments for the next four or five months. I get my port installed on January 2nd. What a way to spend Christmas and New Years. Later once treatment is done, they want to remove my ovaries as well, and I’ll go into menopause. Hopefully everything will be okay.

I am a cancer warrior and I will never give up the fight for my life. I am surrounded by love and amazing support. As the days come closer to treatment, I’ll be doing a series of cancer treatment updates with pictures and the life of a cancer patient. I’ll be also writing book reviews of books I’ve read in between. After all, chemo treatments take six hours to complete. I’ve got to do something to pass the time, right? I’ll be sharing silly stories as well as I’ve got so many. So stick around, and enjoy the crazy life of a cancer patient!