I’m two weeks post-op and I have my checkup with my surgeon scheduled for this Thursday. I won’t lie, I’m anxious about the pathology report … not because I honestly think that I have cancer, but because it’s such a huge unknown. I keep pouring over my MRI results to see if I can find any clues. The only thing I have is the image and the report indicating that the bones and soft tissue look “unremarkable.” As you can tell, I’m a worrier. I worry about everything and everyone. Mom was a worrier. Grandma was a worrier. It’s in my genes. I’m not going to be happy until I get the pathology report. Thursday. And let’s face it, I still have my ovaries and I’m in the middle of my PMS. Yup, PMS. I won’t get my periods, but geez am I PMSing. Blah.
Other than all this worrying, I’m progressing nicely. Sure, I have my bad days and my good days. I have days when my energy levels are somewhat normal and I feel back to my spooky self … and then I have days when all I want to do is sleep. All of this is normal. What’s important is that I am progressively getting better and stronger, which I am. I can sneeze, cough, and laugh without much pain, though I have to brace with a pillow. I can sit at my desk and work, though I need to make sure it’s only for a few hours and not the entire day. I sat at my desk the entire day yesterday and BOY! did I regret it. For the first time in two weeks I’m actually walking without waddling and I’m able to get up from a chair or couch without struggling. And I can still urinate! YAY! My BMs are … interesting to say the least. I’ll leave it at that. My back and hips feel AMAZING.
After surgery I barely had any appetite and I weighed 232. I lost 10 pounds just from the surgery. It was inevitable — Melvin and my uterus were huge and I wasn’t really eating anything except for broth and jello. Two weeks out and I have my appetite back. I still can’t eat big portions, but I am eating and not really doing much exercise except for walking around the apartment. Yup, I gained back around 5 pounds and it’s frustrating. Ah well. Since I’m walking better and I’m more able to move around, I’m going to start walking around the mall and cooking at home again. Ed can lift anything too heavy and can be my hands when I need help. I refuse to let this hysterectomy flatten me. Onwards and upwards!