First, thank you so much for the outpouring of support from my last post.
Your comments, emails, and phone calls have meant more to me than I can express here.
Here's what I now know (and if you'd like, feel free to envision little uterine fibroids as the bullet points):
- The fibroid is bigger than they thought. Because of this, they're going to go the traditional route and do a "normal" surgery where they cut along my bikini line so that I will be able to wear bikinis without a scar showing.
Confession: This totally cracks me up. I've never worn a bikini in my life and I'm pretty sure I'm not going to start now. Also? Since I'm assuming that they're going to have to shave the incision area, I'm totally going to ask for a "hairstyle."
- I believe the surgery will be October 28th. It'll be confirmed later today, but that's what it looks like.
Confession: Maybe instead of a "hairstyle" request, I'll just shave a jack-o-lantern in the hair with which to surprise the surgeon in honor of Halloween. Perhaps a happy face? OOOH! Candy corn?
- I should be out 6 weeks. If I can get it to 7 weeks, I won't have to come back to work until January of 2011 (because I also have almost two weeks of vacation still to use). This would be awesome.
Confession: I really am hoping it drags to 7 weeks because that would be like the best Christmas present ever, except for Jesus of course.
Second Confession: This makes me a bit giddy. Sure, I know it's going to suck for the first few weeks, but I also get to read. And watch Netflix. And sleep. I can't remember the last time that I had 6 weeks off in a row. I'm guessing I was 14 - because I know I had a summer job when I was 15. First on the list of things to do: read the rest of the Harry Potter books and figure out a fail-proof method to determine the baby daddy of the people that show up on the Maury show BEFORE he announces it. Like I said on my other blog, it's good to have goals.
- I might not be able to fly to my dad's (Chicago) for Thanksgiving.
Confession: It might be a bit of okay. I always travel or entertain for the big holidays. It might be nice to just spend it with Joe and his grandparents. Even if they smell like old people.
- I joke when I'm a bit nervous.
Confession: I'm a bit nervous.
- I'm so glad I didn't get that job that I interviewed for a month ago. Can you imagine being in Ghana and having this pop up as an issue? I hear Netflix doesn't even deliver there!
Confession: I'm thankful that the job didn't work out...and it gives me faith that whatever happens in this situation will end up okay too.
- I feel weird having this fibroid inside me. It feels alien and foreign. Joe suggested that we name it something. I asked "What do you call something that grows and grows, that no one wants, and that you want to get rid of?" Joe's response: THE DEFICIT.
Confession: Joking about it helps.
- I cry sometimes because I'm scared.
Confession: Crying about it helps.
- Chances of getting a hysterectomy is low, I assume.
Confession: This will be one of the first things on my mind when I regain my brain after surgery. I will breathe a lot easier when I know that I have all my lady bits. This is one of the things I'm most worried about.
I'm doing okay. Except when I'm not.
I'm going to do all sorts of abdominal exercises between now and the surgery date so that hopefully I will heal better and faster than expected.
I'm going to continue with the 100 Day Challenge: training for my 10K, taking my vitamins, and washing my face each night. I'm going to still keep working with my therapist to overcome the "big" issues. so that 2011 will be my best year yet...sans The Deficit.