My Journey told as the Lord of the Rings

My Precious

Frodo carried a ring,
what I had was small and round also.
The "one ring" lit up when it's master called it, or when the owner put it on.
Mine lit up with the ultrasound light as blood flowed through it.  It was the master of me, and was always lit up.

While Frodo and Sam walked to Mordor, the others battled at Helm's Deep.
My Doctor's were the soldiers.  They fought against the signs and stayed positive about my diagnosis because I was simply too young to have old lady cancer.

My sister and I walked on to Mordor, she was my Sam.
Our path was about 35 days.  Our Gollum was the nagging sense of fear.  He was my friend, while my sister chose not to let him in.  My nagging conscience thought only about it's "Precious" all the way to the day of surgery.

Finally, my sister and I made it to Mt. Doom.  It was a surgical center.  My NPO status made me feel like I had been eating the Elven bread for months like Frodo and Sam.
Our big spider fight was actually with an anesthesiologist.  My words cut through her the way Frodo's sword sting cut that spider.  Don't mess with 2 ICU nurses.

Finally, Frodo and Sam approached the lava to toss the ring in.
It was time for me to go to surgery.  I hesitated while my Sam encouraged me to go in.
Frodo had second thoughts about tossing in his ring.
I also wanted to keep it, it was my Precious.
But my surgeon's razor sharp teeth blade cut it out of me and tossed in into the fiery lava pit the same way that Gollum bit off Frodo's finger and fell into the flames.
 Now my body is left incomplete.  I'm missing an organ as important to me as a finger.

Frodo felt the pain of losing the ring.  He yearned for it every day.
I still feel pain where my ovary should be.  I call it phantom ovary pain.
I know the pain can't be from anything on that side, but it exists nonetheless.

Frodo no longer felt comfortable in Middle Earth.
I no longer felt comfortable in Cincinnati.
Frodo left with the elves to Valinor, where his wounds could heal.
I left for DC and then Hawaii to again feel whole.

Mordor from afar.

This is a story about my pathway from diagnosis to "cure" of ovarian cancer told in a much more amusing tone than if I just told it raw.  I hope that it is easier to relate to what I went through telling it in this method.  Also, it is pretty much awesome.  Now, if only I could find me an Aragorn....