Living with Stage 2b Serous Carcinoma

Welcome to my personal cancer journey biography,

an open and honest chronicle of resilience, healing, and hope. This website serves as a dedicated space to share my diagnosis, treatment milestones, and the daily realities of navigating life with cancer. By opening up about my medical updates, emotional hurdles, and personal victories, I hope to offer comfort, insight, and community to fellow patients, survivors, and caregivers. Thank you for walking alongside me on this path. Explore my story, find strength in shared experiences, and follow along as I document every step of this deeply personal healing journey.

How I found out

THIS my friends is day 1.

My Best Guess is I have been living with Complications due to Ovarian cancer for nearly 8-10 years.

Over those last 8 years, the symptoms were slowly getting worse.

The Warning signs just were not there.

I am 55 (as of November 2025), have been going through Menopause for about 8-10 years now,

not realizing that Menopause symptoms and ovarian cancer symptoms are identical; it never

occurred to me.

I had checkups (Except for the last 2 years), and no one caught it.

It didn't help that I didn't have health insurance and brushed it all off as typical menopause.

The risk is higher for Ovarian cancer in women who are 40+ and have had a partial hysterectomy.

This blew my mind to say the least.

How could this have been missed? In a mear 2 years with no checkups, these tumors grew exponentially? Or did they? Over the last 8 years of me complaining of abdominal pain, eating habbit changes, painful bowel movements, frequent urination (3-4 times at night) etc. HOW was it that the doctors never suspected that my every so slowly growing belly pouch was something more than "menopause weight gain"? I am Angry, I am Hurt, I feel ignored, I feel thrown to the side like a sack of old unusable potatoes... I feel abused !

Read Nov 2 2025 for the rest of this part of the story

The Trouble I've seen

My Story

It all started November 2nd 2025

Well, obviously it started way before that, but for me that was the true beginning to the event that changed the remainder of my entire life.

From what I remember as the Beginning:

Many years ago when I was about 9 years old (that’s when I first remember) I started getting migraines and at the time, headaches were apparently not common in children, Or so my mother told me. “Kids don’t get headaches”. Bless her heart, that’s just how doctors were, they stupidly thought kids really couldn’t possibly feel pain quite like that, so you guessed it, kids that complained of headaches or any other kinds of pains were labeled lazy. I don’t blame my parents at all for the dismissiveness toward my struggles, I mean seriously, what else would a parent do if their kids were constantly complaining about pain every time they were told to do a chore.

Although the migraines may not be all that significant to “THIS” story, it is a note of when I first started experiencing true pain, and learned to develop that “thick skin” and realize I had to “Deal” with it and move on. I digress.

Read the rest of the story here:

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