The Questioning Daughter
My name is Loryn and 2 years ago today on July 25, 2004, we
uprooted our family and moved to our new home in Southeast
Florida. Why, I ask? To be closer to our aging parents and
to discover new friends and new job opportunities. We also
wanted our children to have more bonds with their grandparents.
Uunfortunately, our bubble began to slowly burst
and again I asked, why? My mom was diagnosed with endometrial
cancer - the worst kind. This beautiful flower of a mom was
slowly going to die. How long and again I asked why?
In addition, the cancer showed signs that it
could have mimicked that of ovarian cancer. What does that
mean? She had colon cancer three years before this cancer
and the doctors felt she was cured. No radiation, no chemo.
Why, I ask again?
My grandmother died at 84 years old in 1984.
She died of the same type of cancer. Why wasn't my mom watched
carefully? Why wasn't she genetically tested? She was 49 years
old when her mom died. I was 49 years old when my mom died.
Now I am going to be fifty years old and I am taking a very
proactive approach to my life and my health. I am tested regularly
with the ca125 bloodtest. I have regular vaginal sonograms.
I have taken three of the gene tests. I have tested negative
on these. I am having an endometrial biopsy Wednesday of this
week because I have slight spotting and I am showing to be
in menopause with the fsh bloodtest.
The questioning daughter is me and I will never
stop questioning. I am teaching my fifteen year old daughter
to always ask why and to get tested when necessary. So, one
should never take their health for granted. Be the questioning
one and always ask why?