It's been a while since I have taken the time to sit down and write. I miss it. The kids are lying in my bed watching Full House and since I have seen this episode (15 years ago) I decided to take the time to give a little update.
I am going in for surgery on Wednesday. Ok, I will back up. I have been experiencing pelvic pain for several months. After trying a couple different things I finally had an ultrasound. The first ultrasound showed nothing which left me feeling so defeated. I knew I had pain but not knowing what was causing it was so frustrating. My doctor referred me to a gynecologist to further investigate. I mentioned I had been having some abdominal pain which I was sure was constipation or gas. After an examination she determined I would be needing a laperscopic surgery to take a look inside and see what was going on. I've had a few of these procedures before and wasn't too pumped on the idea of being put under. Especially for gas. I had another ultrasound, both a pelvic and abdominal. I left the imaging center a little frustrated because I didn't feel the tech was very thorough. Not that I know much about ultrasounds, actually I don't know anything and when looking at the screen I kept looking for a baby. Didn't find one. The process was supposed to take 30-45 minutes and I was back in my car less than 10 minutes later. A few days later I received a call to schedule surgery so I went ahead and put it on the books for the following week. After hanging up I wondered why I was having surgery.... So I called back and spoke with a nurse. She read me the radiology report in her sweet upbeat voice, telling me that there was a growth on my ovary and two tumors on my liver. Except that she used all medical terminology so I had her spell each word so I could look it up later. Huge mistake. When will I learn to not google medical symptoms or diagnosis'? The doctor called me the next day to explain that she will go in and remove what is on my ovary and take a look around to see what else might be going on. She said that I will need to be referred to a GI specialist after my recovery so he can take care of my liver. The tumors on my liver aren't an emergency and could wait a month but they will continue to grow and possibly rupture so they need to be taken care of.
So there you have it. I haven't been writing because I have been busy growing things in my body.
The idea of anesthesia freaks me out. The idea of feeling pain for a few days, freaks me out. Knowing that my body won't bounce back the way it should makes me nervous for what's to come. While I am looking forward to staying in bed, catching up on t.v, reading, and getting rest, I'm not looking forward to the discomfort of walking to the bathroom or any discomfort for that matter.
"There was never a night or a problem that could defeat sunrise or hope" B Williams