Who has two thumbs & two ovaries? THIS GIRL.
Figured I should get that out of the way first – that my doctor managed to save my ovary & while it came at a price (doesn’t everything?), I am so thankful for it. Right before they took me to the operating room, my doctor came in & marked my side & put her hand on my forehead & I begged her to not take both of my ovaries. I had an irrational fear that she’d get in there & find things on the left side & leave me with nothing & she smiled & said that she didn’t care what she found, she wouldn’t do that to me.
Surgery went a little longer than planned – it was a tumor, not a cyst. It was bigger than anticipated & it wouldn’t budge through the laparscopic cuts. In the end, she made a larger incision on the right but accidentally sliced a blood vessel in the process. But she still made the right call & did exactly what I asked her to do – save the ovary.
Want to see it? Click here. It’s pictures of my innards, so don’t look if you’re eating or need smelling salts on the regular. If you don’t want to look, the run-down is that Damien was the size of my uterus.
While we are waiting for the official report from pathology, they are 98% sure it is benign. So I am honestly not concerned. I even hate to call it “tumor” because that sounds so DUN-DUN-DUN when really, this should be the end of the road for it.
The truth is that I completely underestimated this surgery. Between the stitched internal blood vessel & the larger incision, recovery has been a little slower than I hoped. I’m not doing well with the pain meds & have spent quite a bit of time seeing them come back up, which means a) my bullied abs are really taking a beating & b) I’ve stopped taking pain meds. I really thought I’d be up & moving per usual today & here I am on the couch, logging into VPN for work & trying to ignore the burning, stabbing pain near my right hip.
The boys have been amazing – Doug missed his calling in life to be a nurse & Harrison is working very hard at being gentle with me. He’s frustrated that I can’t wrestle or move fast & that he can’t lay on me while I rest, but he’s also fascinated with looking at the bandages on my belly. Our friends have been incredible (Kathleen! Tonya! Suzanne!) at bringing us yummy food – recovery is easier with homemade chicken pot pie & Whole Foods cake pops!
Thanks for all of your prayers & well-wishes through this stupid mess. I’m so glad it’s over. I hope you all had a great weekend – it’s raining here but I’m enjoying the quiet.