TMI, but here goes.
Early Tuesday evening began what I thought was gas pain, which began increasing in intensity and strength over the next few hours. By Wednesday morning, it was so bad that my doc ordered at CT scan (there was lower right quardrant rebound pain as well). Long story short, I was admitted to the hospital, where it was discovered that I had two tumors on my uterus–one was 8 cm. x 5 cm and the other was 8 cm x 6 cm. By the time they did surgery on Thursday, one had erupted and filled my abdomen with blood. Later he said that endrometerosis had filled my “belly with goo”. (Nice visual, I know.) The doc did a complete hysterectomy–uterus, fallopian tubes and both ovaries–and I have a line of Frankenstein staples up by belly to show for it.
I’m okay with this for the most part. I’m 40 with two adult children and a teen ager, and there were no more children on my horizons without a hysterectomy. My initial thought when the doc said “hysterectomy” was, “Oh! No more periods for the rest of my life!” It does bother me that I had absolutely no symptoms of endrometrosis until the tumor exploded in my belly. And, in the back of my mind, I keep thinking of a thread I read years ago…Persephone . I know it’s different circumstances, etc., but it’s like that offhanded comment you overhear that stays with you, hanging in the back of your mind, when it pops up years later.
I’m sore (Vicotin sucks, and I discovered I’m highly allergic to Morphine, so I’m sucking down OTC Tylenol), I’m tired (can’t find a comfortable spot to lay–my back hurts from laying on my back), and now I’m fighting a growing concern that the joyous occassion of having my uterus taken isn’t going to be so joyous afterall. To top it off, daytime television sucks and I can’t focus enough to read the billions of books I have ready for an occasion such as this.
I wanted some time off of work, but this isn’t what I had in mind.