It’s not just a hysterectomy. People keep comparing it to that, and I wish I was only having a hysterectomy or no surgery at all (really, this isn’t a choice I wanted to make).
I go in for surgery tomorrow, July 25, 2023. They will be removing my uterus, cervix, both ovaries and fallopian tubes, the omentum (as much of it as they can), the 7cm tumor, any smaller tumors or pieces that didn’t show on the scan along with any pieces of intestine or colon that may show signs of cancer. And when I wake up I may or may not have a Colostomy Bag for 3-6 months! I had to give my consent to the ‘maybe’ of a colostomy bag. That was a strange decision to face, but the surgeon says it’s a small percentage of people who need the bag and I’m hoping I won’t need one.
Today has been a struggle. I’ve been thinking about the what if of surgery. I keep thinking about my mom and my brother who both went to the hospital for covid and died just days apart. Every time the hospital calls to talk to me about surgery they ask me if I have a will and it’s another reminder that there are risks any time you go under. The last time I did this I had no question about the outcome. And I’m not afraid of what might happen, but I don’t have the same calm that I had 9 years ago when I was going in for the lumpectomy.
It probably doesn’t help that I’m on a liquid diet and had a bad reaction to the meds today. I had to take 4 Dulcolax pills and instead of working the way they are supposed to, they made me throw up! After that I had to drink 64oz of water with another 8.3oz of Miralax in just a couple hours. All this on top of the delicious Ensure drinks (that was sarcasm if you missed it) so that I’m completely empty for surgery tomorrow.
It’s been a rough day.
Please keep me in your prayers tomorrow. I’ll be in surgery at 7:00am and if all goes well I should be out in just a couple of hours. William will post updates on Facebook to let you know when I’m out 🙂
-Tamika
