Over the last twenty years, I’ve battled with “female” issues and finally on the 29th of October I was able to start the final process of resolving those issues.
While a hysterectomy for me was considered elective… I truly feel it was my only opinion. I didn’t want to spend the rest of my life on medication if a procedure could take care of the problem… not like I’m having kids anyway anymore. I told the doctor it was ridiculous for me to continue dealing with problems with bits I didn’t use or need 🙂
The doctor and I spoke at great lengths about my options and any concerns regarding a hysterectomy, as well my medical history.
Previously I’ve had two c-sections and the biggest concern was scarring. I told the doctor of my mother’s history with excessive scarring and the doctor was confident that wouldn’t be a problem. I should only have a few small incisions and be good. Nope, not the case…I had extensive scarring and that meant after those small incisions she had to open me back up along the bikini cuts I’ve previously had. So I now have a lovely 7 inch incision to go with those four 1.5 inch ones… my tummy looks like a one eyed winky face (my bestie gave that description and oh, how accurate it is!)
This also meant the surgery went from 1.5 hours to 5 hours and due to safety concerns that only a partial procedure was completed, but I’m okay with that.
The point of this post is to remind ourselves to prepare for the unexpected. I’m grateful my husbands job was able to give him the option to be home to take care of me for the first two weeks… this has been a God send! If not for my husband and the son who lives with us, I’d be in a world of hurt. Literally.
They have been taking amazing care of me. My heart has been overjoyed by their support of the unexpected and neither has complained one bit.
His job sent me a floral arrangement and even called to check on me – this was UNEXPECTED in a huge way.
Two of my kids (not living with me) has called on a regular basis to make sure I’m okay, the others have sent a couple of random text messages. I have two very good friends who have checked on me regularly. These little things really make a difference in letting a person know you care and they are never forgotten.
Taking it step-by-step and day-by-day, this recovery is coming along nicely – In my opinion. I am up walking better each day, able to dress myself more and more with less and less help (although socks are still a battle for me). I’m starting to eat regularly again although I still get exhausted easily.
The biggest lesson I’ve learned is that you should expect the unexpected – the negative and positive. We can learn from each part of it. I’m so grateful for all the love I’ve been shown so far during this recovery process.
(the floral arrangement Hubs’s job sent!)