Having two children, a husband, going to college and running a small business kept me on my toes. One of the kids was in school all day and the other was with me. This made it so I could spend time with each of the kids separately and focus on each of them. It was kind of nice having them five years apart for this very reason.
I was taking a couple of college classes at the local university. When the hubby was home at night I would go to class. Homework wasn’t too bad. I was enjoying learning and my brain was taking in all the new things. Learning in school is brain food, that is what I tell my kiddos. Life was good.
Except I was constantly getting sick. I couldn’t shake off the cold I caught the past spring. I was always tired. No matter how much sleep I was getting I could never get fully rested. My body just didn’t feel right at all. I had such an odd smell that would linger in my nostrils. It was sulfuric – almost like a burnt match. Its really hard to explain the smell. At one point I thought it was a dead rat or something under the house. This was not logical because the smell was with me everywhere.
I had started seeing a doctor and wondered if I was a hypochondriac. I was dreaming that I had cancer. I felt like I was being told by God I had cancer. However, many blood tests and doctor visits later, nothing was found. This was over a six month or so span of time.
Then, I found it. I was in the shower and I touched my skin and it felt rubbery, like rubber cement on a magazine. I pushed and there it was. A pea sized lump. My heart skipped beats, my skin tingled and crawled, and I knew right then what I was touching. CANCER… The dreaded C word.