The other day I was told about about someone’s friend who tried a new type of treatment and was cured of endometriosis! This person meant well, of course. Yet, I wanted to throw my computer off my desk or scream through my screen THERE IS NO CURE FOR ENDOMETRIOSIS! Advertisements
The last few days I have felt an ability to move more freely and do more things on my own. I showered on my own. Dressed myself. I even drove to the mailbox half mile down the road to get a package! I had no idea what to expect after surgery, really. Yet, when I woke this morning, I could tell that something was not right.
One week ago today, I had my laparoscopic excision surgery performed. During the surgery, the gynecologist discovered that my uterus was heart-shaped and determined, due to my husband and I expressing a desire to conceive within a year, that resection was necessary. This made me look into why have a heart-shaped uterus was something that needed corrected, I mean heart-shaped anything usually means good, right?
On Thursday I had laparoscopic surgery to excise endometrial tissue and repair potential hernias. While inside the super stellar gynecologist also observed that I had a heart-shaped uterus, which sounds awesome but apparently can cause increased risk of miscarriages. So, my doctor removed the septum that creates the “heart-like” shape to reduce this risk. The result of all these things being done is that I am in a lot of pain and recovery is taking a tad-bit longer than anticipated. Oh, and did I mention that Friday was my birthday?
Do. Not. Move. Seriously, do not attempt to move at all. Yesterday was the BIG day for me – my laparoscopic excision surgery was completed! And, as the internal numbing agent began to wear off towards midnight, I started to realize that my doctor’s warning “the second day is the worst” was dead-on accurate. For […]
With the surgery eleven (11) days away, I am starting to worry about going under the knife. I have not undergone surgery in quite a long time – almost ten years ago was the last time! So, I am doing the only thing that I can do right now, and that is to prepare, prepare, prepare!
I am blessed enough to have my family agree to come down to stay with my husband and I for a few days to help take care of me following my surgery. From having this surgery in 2007, I do know a few things about it. So let me list a couple of pointers for anyone going under the knife like me in the near future.
The weather here in Florida has been unseasonably warm and people have not been cheerful like they usually are during the holiday season. I’ve tried everything to get myself into the season. I bought hot chocolate, decorated the house, dressed as if it was cold, and even listened to Christmas music (I am not a huge fan, typically). Nothing seemed to work this year, though. Somehow, though we got to the big day and my husband and I spent it in a very unusual way – we played a computer game together.
Hospitals and first responders report the highest incidences of suicide and attempted suicides, due to an increase in depression rates at Christmas time. The unrealistic expectations, striving for perfection, and constant comparison to others is a recipe for the Christmas blues that causes many to get down in the dumps.
Every person suffering from chronic pain dislikes being asked “Are you feeling better?” or any variation of that question, because we know what the person asking does not understand: chronic means that it is not going away. There will be days that are better than others, and I do find solace in those days or even moments, for there will be days when the pain, nauseous or any other symptom may be too much to handle that day. For now, I find comfort in knowing God will not give me anything I cannot handle, and reminding myself to count my blessings.
Aside from the shock of learning there’ll be a tube placed where it should not be, today was a good day. I woke up and went to church. I went by myself because the husband was not feeling well and wanted to watch online, but I felt this uncomfortable nagging pulling me out of bed and soon found myself getting ready for church. Watching church online just is not the same. It is nice and convenient when you do not have the option to attend in person, but when you can and emptycupare just trying to get thirty more minutes of sleep, I feel like I’m disappointing God.