At 0830, I answered my phone. I knew who it was. My orthopedic doctor calling to tell me no, my hip is not fractured. Yes, it was simply a pulled groin. And yes, you should be able to run your half marathon on June 4th.
However, he did not follow my plan. The words "you have a tumor pressing on your femoral neck" slipped into my ears. "Uh huh," I responded.
"We want to bring you in next Wednesday to make a plan."
"Okay."
"We're almost positive it's benign."
"Good."
"Do you have any questions, Jenny?"
"Nope. See you Wednesday."
I hang up and first words from my mouth are what the f****? followed by a cascade of tears and a frantic call to my mother. I'm super tough.
After crying nearly all morning, throwing an epic pity party, and recounting the dramatic news of my tumor to all my friends, I have decided that no, my life isn't ending and yes, I can and will survive a summer without hiking/climbing/adrenaline seeking. And yes, it can and will be a okay. And yes, I can and will have a good summer. That's a promise and no freaking tumor can steal it from me.
SO, thus, this blog came to being as well as a little thing I'm calling my: TUMOR BUCKET LIST.
The first item is to name my tumor. Check. Ferdinand. Freaking Ferdinand.
However, he did not follow my plan. The words "you have a tumor pressing on your femoral neck" slipped into my ears. "Uh huh," I responded.
"We want to bring you in next Wednesday to make a plan."
"Okay."
"We're almost positive it's benign."
"Good."
"Do you have any questions, Jenny?"
"Nope. See you Wednesday."
I hang up and first words from my mouth are what the f****? followed by a cascade of tears and a frantic call to my mother. I'm super tough.
After crying nearly all morning, throwing an epic pity party, and recounting the dramatic news of my tumor to all my friends, I have decided that no, my life isn't ending and yes, I can and will survive a summer without hiking/climbing/adrenaline seeking. And yes, it can and will be a okay. And yes, I can and will have a good summer. That's a promise and no freaking tumor can steal it from me.
SO, thus, this blog came to being as well as a little thing I'm calling my: TUMOR BUCKET LIST.
The first item is to name my tumor. Check. Ferdinand. Freaking Ferdinand.