Ultimately, I am glad my timeline got scrunched, as I couldn’t physically or emotionally wait another two months for my surgery date. The doc told me to go to the ER that weekend because she was on call and I was in so much pain and discomfort, but I got called at the end of the school day on Wednesday, October 12th with a last-minute cancellation for the next day. Poor students and colleagues who had to witness my complete and total breakdown. What a wimp I was!
Three kilos of gunk gone. A normal uterus is about 8cm and weighs about 100 grams. ONE of my fibroids was 28cm. I really like to live large.
So, I lost one uterus, 2 fallopian tubes, gained 16 staples and a 20cm scar, lost my horrible anemia, my hair stopped falling out, and I’m aliiiiiivveee!!! Three fewer cancers can get me, and I can fit my clothes better. I can drive over bumpy roads without screaming. I don't have a giant pregnancy-sized lump on my front. I don’t have a monthly visitor! It’s hard to tell from the photo, but I lost several inches from my middle.
I’m really happy my pain tolerance is more like my mom’s, who had Stage 4 cancer and was complaining of a “twinge” in her back. I’m not quite that hard-core, but happy I could just do Tylenol by the end of Day 2, as morphine makes me barf, and there’s nothing grosser than barfing when you have a 20cm incision in your belly.
I found it strangely comforting that everyone in the ER was a woman, except for the baby doc training to be an anesthesiologist. I swear he was still in high school, and got all nervous and shaky just asking me basic questions upon admission. Maybe it was his first day? Hope he’s found his footing.