Nobody told me that I could get another period. (Well, I guess the doctor told husband that since I was mid cycle, I would get one more and likely in a few days). Lo and behold! Shark week on top of healing weak? what the fuck. What the FUCK. I…
I mean, what else am I gonna do right now besides binge watch shows and crochet all day. Not being able to do what I normally do on a daily basis is kind of driving me nuts. (And at the same time, I know I should milk the crap out…
Tube and ovary removal were a success. They did end up finding endometriosis on my ovaries, and spots of something in my uterus. (All being tested). But it went well I hear. Waking up wasn’t terrible. I honestly thought I just dozed off for a bit before they started. I tell…
It is 3 days and a wake up, and it has hit me just how soon this first surgery is going to happen. How I have felt this past week with not being able to take a lot of my usual stuff, is nothing compared to how I feel right…
Something I am finding a hard time dealing with (aside from the obvious stress) is this whole “no vitamins/herbal supplements the week before”. UGH. I regularly take a B Complex along with my gabapentin to help with joint pain. It’s no magic fix, the the B does help some. You…
The thing that has brought me some comfort… is watching personal experiences (hooray youtube). Even getting to see some actual surgeries of BSO’s (bilateral salpingo-oophorectomy) and mastectomy/reconstructions. Of course mentioning it brings on a lot of “eww” and “WHY”. Heh. I guess because I can stomach it, and I want…
I still feel *ok*. I still feel like I am not scared of the actual surgery. (yet?) I am just not looking forward to being more or less forced to sit down/lay down. Anybody who knows me, knows I am up and down all day long. (Another story maybe for…
… with some background. (I actually don’t have a clue who is going to read this, so quick intro just in case random folks find me over the internet). People call me De (not my real name). Mom, wife, animal lover, creator, caretaker, etc. This whole thing started back in…
I’ve decided to put my BRCA1 gene mutation discovery out in the world. The ups, downs, and all arounds. I refuse to get cancer, and I will do whatever it takes to avoid it. Even if it means removing literal pieces of me. Bring on the appointments, the tests, the…