I just had my two week post-op appointment with my surgeon and the pathology report came back completely fine … BENIGN … all is right with the world! Benign. Yes, I was THAT worried. I have too much to do to be worried about cancer. I have lots and lots of living to do. Tons of people to meet. Good work to be done. Books and articles to write. Students to teach. Benign! WHEEE!!!!
How am I doing otherwise? He took the steri-strips off and said that everything looks good and is healing well. The cut is clean and clear of any infection or irritation. Inside appears to be healing nicely, so he gave me the clear to sit in the front seat of the car. I can’t lift anything over 20 lbs and I need to really listen to my body and what it needs and can do. However, I can start traveling into Manhattan and back to research. I also got the clear to go into a pool and swim casually — not workout — in two weeks. I need to see him again in four weeks to make sure the internal stitches are healed and good before I can start really working out and swimming, and before I can start having sex again. All in all, everything is friggin AWESOME!!! WAHOO!
According to him I have a damned good constitution and awesome determination, and I should congratulate myself for being so kick ass! HELL YEAH. He told us that my surgery wasn’t textbook or easy. My fibroid lodged my uterus so far back and tucked under my sacrum that he had a really difficult time getting it out. He had to use an instrument like a shoe horn to pull the damned thing free and even hurt his hand trying to get it out! Can you imagine?!? Where it was sitting put TONS of pressure on my back and wreaked havoc on my bladder and urethra. If I waited to get the surgery the damage to my spine and surrounding organs would have been severe and irreversible! yipes. I asked him why it was so painful to poop and he said that he had to move my organs out of the way so that they could get at the uterus, fallopian tubes, and cervix. What I’m going through is normal for such a difficult and serious surgery; well, except my quick recovery. I heal fast and have a really positive attitude … it helps.
So, all in all, everything is good. It feels like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders and out of my belly! HA! I’m peeing and pooping normally, and getting stronger and more mobile every day. In another week I’ll want to get out of the house and into Manhattan! Hell, we’re going to a friend’s wedding in Providence, RI and are taking a short jaunt to Salem, MA for a few days afterwards. We really need a time out and I’m so happy that I’m going to be able to enjoy it without having to worry about anything serious. WAHOO!
Upwards and onwards!