I was pretty proud of myself on December 9, 2015. I had just finished a 3 mile run at the fitness center and had already surpassed my goal of running 500 miles for the year. I was so confident about my running that I had already registered for the Shamrock Shuffle in April and the Esprit de She in July. I had been seriously considering registering for my first full marathon and decided to make the Fox Valley Marathon my first. A combination of nerves and financial commitments made me hold off on registering for Fox Valley as soon as the registration opened.
Early in the morning on December 10, I was brutally awakened by the worst abdominal cramps I had ever experienced. Thinking that it was just my ulcerative colitis acting up, I took my medication and went back to bed. When I woke a few hours later to go to work, I felt slightly better, but definitely not 100%. I decided to head into work anyway.
By lunchtime I felt so bad that I could barely stand up straight. I left school at the end of the day and called my doctor to see if I could get an appointment. They directed me to the urgent care facility that had the imaging equipment needed to diagnose abdominal pain.
I arranged to have a friend and my husband meet me at the facility. They had already given me morphine, and I was waiting for the testing to begin. It wasn't long before the doctor came in to tell me that it definitely wasn't my appendix, but there was something on my ovaries that looked suspiciously like ovarian cancer. He recommended sending me to the hospital where there could control my pain and I would meet with the gynecological oncologist in the morning, Just like that, my life changed forever,