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 the nurse I have to pee, and when I tried and couldn’t… Im like BUT I HAVE TO PEE IT HURTS SO BAD, she then informs me it could be from the procedure. I remember asking what time it was… “4:30”. Wait, it’s done?? “yep!”
holy shit
And I was real happy that they let the dude-husband come back and see me so soon. He came bearing macchiato and coconut donut. Whatta guy. I don’t think I ever ate a donut so slow in my life. I savored every taste of that disgustingly sweet, doughy pile of diabetes.
Got home at about 530pm. Spent the rest of the evening belching(classy), and depending on the other humans just for basic things like getting my butt to the bathroom, and bringing me some food.
THIS is the part I was not looking forward to. I’m always the caregiver, not the care *taker*. Well, and all the pain, that part sucks too. But it’s mostly the being dependent on everybody else, even just to stand up. This too shall pass.
Today isn’t… terrible I guess. I’m still in pain everywhere. But the shoulder pain I had last night has decreased some. And my throat hurts slightly less as well. Everything else at the moment? Thank goat for the good pain medication and reclining seats.
So here’s to one down. I go back soon for check up and start HRT. Then I go back Feb. 9th for mammography. After THAT is done, we’ll discuss mastectomy and reconstruction. THAT is the one I’m actually a little scared of. I know it will require longer surgery time (and longer recovery) but this is something I need to do for my own peace of mind. The sooner I get all this stuff done, the sooner I can get back to what I do best. Take care of others. (and without the threat of almost guaranteed cancer stuck in the back of my mind).
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