Even before the chemo started that ultimately led to my surgery on December 23, 2004, I wondered . . .
Why can’t they just knock me out until it’s all over? If they would just freeze me, put me in storage at the hospital, then whenever they wanted to poke me or test me for something else, I’d be right there. Wouldn’t that be easier? Besides, I’d feel no pain. None of any kind.
I have never done any actual mountain climbing in my 48 years and now this life changing experience has taught me what it takes to climb a mountain and to survive. I still believe that everything happens for a reason, just as I did mountains ago.