To Worry

I finally got brave enough to read a list of the signs of ovarian
cancer. I have every one, so it seems, for I don*t know how long a
complete list is. I have already posted what happened to me and how I
don*t want that happening to anyone else, with respect to my latest
cancer scare, and how long it is taking to get a diagnosis. I mean, it
is either yay or nay. Someone suggested I get a C-125 test, a blood
test, back when Patsy began to get very ill with her last and final
battle with cancer. I have been trying to get help since that time.
That is actually when I had the first cancer. That was a much simpler
cancer to remedy. God, please, I could not go through what Patsy
Ramsey went through. I do not have that kind of strength. Nor do I
have the greatest of medical care. But, perhaps that will change now.
I recall reading in her book, or somewhere, that Patsy developed
anxiety and took a medication for that, due the cancer scare and
crises. I already developed that, it, the scare, had already developed
into that. Look. If you know something is wrong, don*t let doctors
tell you otherwise until the cancer becomes really apparent. Don*t
give up. I am still fighting for my rights to get the proper care I
need. All this time. To the point I was hurt by two doctors. They were
wrong before. I refuse to give up finding out what is wrong. Just
tonight I learned I have the signs. Here is a partial list for you,
the reader. If you, or anyone you know, possess these signs, seek help
immediately! Here we go. Signs of ovarian cancer: swelling or bloating
in the abdomen, urinary problems, pelvic and/or hip pain, TROUBLE
BREATHING!! This is a partial list. This is why I don*t let this case
go. One of the reasons, anyway. If you kept having dreams about a
murder case, and the people involved, would you turn away? And don*t
think for a minute it is not rough to not turn away. I have, as Patsy
said, gone past being embarrassed. I have down right been hurt trying
to help with the case, writing about it, getting to know people
involved, or involved with the involved, so to speak. But, I can*t
help but wonder, is ovarian cancer, or any kind of cancer, hereditary?
Would JonBenet have contracted the disease, and have been thrust into
the battle, gladly positioning herself at the frontline in order to
help others? Now she is no longer with us, and we will never know. Her
mother, so involved with the second largest battle of her life, the
death, and murder, of her daughter, rendered unable to join the front
line to help the masses in the way she would have wanted? And now, she
is gone. So keep on with your insults, gossip, mis diagnosis, errors
in judgement, and slander, and give it all you got, if that is what
you live for. For I will not be silenced! And, I*ve got God on my
team. If I can just help one person with my story, all is not lost.
Another good story, Cancer Smancer. Will write about that book and
author later. I have yet to read it myself. Meanwhile, I refuse to
give up, even with all the badmouthing, walls, and hurdles. I will
answer the battle call. And that is my frickin commentary. *SDRoads