On April 24th, my mom received the diagnosis of ovarian cancer by her OB/GYN. The next day the family met up at OU Stevenson Cancer Center to get double confirmation from an oncologist + figure out next steps. I will forever remember my mom’s phone call. I was in the last day of a YMCA training, I walked out to take her call. She was hysterical, as my dad had a trustee event he was attended, so she got the news by herself. It was a major gut punch.
Her oncologist, Dr. Moxley, wanted to get her into surgery that next Tuesday, April 30th, for a complete hysterectomy. After being wheeled back to the OR, the doc came out much sooner than we anticipated to let us know that it’s Stage 3C ovarian cancer, that she wasn’t comfortable removing part of the cancer (because it was everywhere in her abdomen including under her liver). She did place a port in to help administer the chemo.
I plan on attending as many doctor’s appointments + chemo treatments as I am able, to show my mom support. This will give me a peace of mind too, that I won’t miss things that the medical team talk about, especially since I know that my mom is going to have chemo brain + my dad is just as much in the thick of it as she is.
