...it's a tumor.
Yes, I know I have said this before but today it was confirmed. Well, it has been confirmed for a while but this time I have a note from the doctor.
Without being too technical or gross I have a fibroid (again!!). This fibroid or Fitz as I call it, must be pretty big if the doc can feel it through my clothes without benefit of snazzy equipment. This new specialist, Dr. Mah, is a very no nonsense lady who doesn't like to repeat herself. She assessed the situation in one minute and in the next she called for surgery.
I really do not want to go under the knife again. I asked Dr. Mah if I could drink acid or something to get rid of it. She laughed at this and said there was a technique where they laser them from a small incision but Fitz is too big for that to work.
She also wondered at the botched(?) job from before; why hadn't they just given me a hysterectomy the last time and be done with it? I am kinda wondering this myself.
Until now Fitz and I had an understanding: as long as there were no symptoms (pain, excessive blood loss) I would ignore Fitz. This worked well for a couple of years but lately Fitz has been, well, tender. Like I have a stitch in my side that will not go away.
Sigh.
Last time, a few days after the surgery, 9-11 happened. I got to see the Twin Towers fall in real time cause I had nothing else to do except watch my ankles bloat. My understanding about that day is fuzzy and muddled due to painkillers. I sometimes feel guilty not having a more sympathetic attitude about the "Day the Earth was Changed Forever by some Guys with Boxcutters". Other times I think the world would be better served by putting everyone on painkillers. Or give everyone boxcutters, you know, to level the playing field.
What I am saying is that I wonder what new "Day the Earth was Changed Forever by some Guys with Boxcutters" will happen this time. It is clear that my surgery and world changing events are linked. You are warned.
On the lighter side, Andrew reminded me that November 5 (date of my surgery) is Guy Fawkes Day:
Remember, remember, the 5th of November
The Gunpowder Treason and plot ;
I know of no reason why Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot.
So to celebrate, instead of blowing up Parliament I will be blowing up my womb.
Hoo-rah.
1 comment:
God luck with your surgery. I sincerely hope that all goes well. I've been missing your company ... especially when Green Man talks about his visits with you. GM is the sweetest Irishman ever. Seriously. Come visit me on Pender one day, when you've recovered.
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