Ok, so I'm having surgery. Even though I knew this would probably happen, the initial news made me want to bust out a paper bag and do some panic breathing. Surgery is traumatic enough for a person with normally aligned insides, for me it is an adventure into science fiction level medicine. They are going to perform a total hysterectomy (which means everything but the kitchen sink goes) and they are going to do an appendectomy for good measure.
The last time they attempted this surgery was in October of last year at Hays Hospital. They closed me up after resorting to a seven inch open incision because their facility simply was not equipped to handle that kind of death star level nonsense. Honestly, even Salina said no way and told me to move on up to Wichita. Now, they have decided that the merits of removing everything outweigh leaving it in. I've already had an endometrial ablation (Google it) and now I've formed a very large cyst.
I've got a general surgeon who specializes in GI and an OB that specializes in cancer (I don't have cancer, it's ok, she just knows her way around really tricky insides). I've been told that the surgery will take hours and that there are many potential, although statistically unlikely problems that could arise. My bowels are all fused together like a big old hair ball. They are going to have to cut through all of that in order to lift my intestines out of my body and get to my uterus (which is also fused to everything else with scar tissue). There is a possibility that some of my bowel will be damaged during the process of cutting everything loose; if there is enough damage, or too much has to be removed, I will end up with a colostomy (the little bag on the outside of your body). There is also the potential for infection and also the possibility that it could be so bad that they simply can't do the surgery without endangering my life (the GI informed me that this was very unlikely).
I am supposed to receive a phone call by this coming Wednesday informing of the date of surgery. Assuming everything goes smoothly, I will have to be in the hospital at least a week and then have a recovery time of 6-8 weeks (maybe more depending).
I'm scared, not gonna lie, but I also know that this needs to happen. I know that whatever happens, I'll find a way to make it through. I've never done anything half way in my entire life, especially medical conditions. Go big or go home right? Well, wish me luck. Things are about to get interesting.
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