Myomectomy: Afterwards

A lengthy preamble:

The following post provides details of the first four weeks post surgery, including results from my first post-op visit.

I’m writing about my experience in hopes that others can benefit. I’m not a medical expert, this is not to advise you to have a myomectomy. Our bodies are different and it should be a personal decision made with medical consultation on how to treat/remove fibroids. 

Additionally, I hope that anyone who feels like you are alone in your experience, will realize that you are not, and perhaps someone in your acquaintance has silently undergone the same thing. Don’t let anyone judge you for your decision. Also, if you are reading this, I hope you’re not squeamish.

Part 1: Myomectomy: The Prep
Part 2: Myomectomy: The Surgery

Read Time: 11 minutes

[updated 8/6: Clothing and first period]


Weeks 1 & 2:

I read this everywhere and people told me from their own personal experience, so I’m just adding to all the past experiences by saying this: the first two weeks are the hardest.

In New York (and I’m sure the same could apply to other cities around the world) it’s easy to become so independent doing things on our own – I am super independent, I even wanted to go to the surgery alone and have my family come when it was over. However, there was nothing more humbling than the first two weeks after my myomectomy when I realized how much help I needed. If you plan on doing this surgery (or similar) and live alone or don’t have someone around to help you, please reach out to friends. And if you know someone going through this who lives alone, please reach out to them. Any little bit helps, from helping with food to simple things like making up the bed.

I was pretty lucky, I could walk and climb up stairs after the surgery, but there are many who can barely walk and might need a lot more physical support. My sister was with me all day and that was extremely helpful, especially when I woke her up at 1am the first day back to get me something from the kitchen. Or when I had her sit on the other side of the shower curtain when I took my first post-op shower, just in case I fainted and she needed to help.The best thing you could do for yourself is to fully concentrate on how your body is feeling and not ignore any pains. The next best thing is to get as much rest as you can.

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I had a low grade fever every night and tension headaches every day for the first week. There was one day where I thought that I didn’t take my meds, the pain was becoming unbearable, and I have a high tolerance for pain. I could only sleep on my back – which was uncomfortable for me – so I had to prop my legs and back to find some comfort. I enjoyed a full night’s sleep a week after the surgery.

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One of my aunts sent me a wedge pillow, I kept it on the couch downstairs and during the day I would lie on the couch and try to read or watch a show, but most times I ended up napping. Never in my life have I experienced such absent mindedness, distraction or discombobulation. I know part of it had to do with the fact that I was seriously anemic, but I think the painkillers also added to the foggy brain feeling. I walked every day,  working myself up from 10 minutes to 20 minutes a day by the end of the second week.

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Steri-Strips

I was stitched together with the dissolving thread and they placed steri-strips across the incision. Usually, after 7-10 days you are allowed to remove the steri-stips, as oil on your skin causes them to lose their adhesiveness and it becomes easy to peel off. Mine were a bit tough to remove, and when I tried I noticed a little bit of blood – it looked like a scab was disturbed – so I stopped removing them because I was afraid I wasn’t healing well.

My doctor looked at them during my post-op (12 days after surgery) and she removed them for me (the strips were pretty pristine) and added a new set. It was healing fine, but she wanted to keep it covered. She also gave me a set to put on after I took those off.

The second set came off without any issue and I cleaned the area and applied the third set of strips which I recently took off. Everything looks pretty good now.


Everything Swells

Listen, everything was swollen for the first few weeks. Everything. I can’t imagine what my insides looked like, but everywhere in the area of my lower abdomen was swollen for the first two weeks. I developed a bump above my incision that’s still there, sometimes it feels a little hard so I got some papaya seed oil to massage that area (around the end of week four). I also purchased a belly binder to help, I know a lot of people use a belly binder early on in their recovery, but since I only recently purchased mine, I’ll be using it from the fifth week onwards. The swelling does go away after some time, I’m noticing mine is not as much as before, but it will take time.


Anemia

Both my blood count and iron were low. Since I opted out of receiving the transfusion I knew it would take several weeks for my blood to rebound. What I was not prepared for was the affect of the anemia. I’ve had slight anemia most of my life, so this was nothing new, or so I thought. Boy was I wrong. In addition to feeling exhausted most days, I also heard my blood flow in my ears, and it was the most annoying thing ever.

I was extremely forgetful and absentminded, once I spent at least 20 minutes trying to remember whether I took my pills that morning – even though I wrote everything down! I ate a lot of iron rich foods and took iron tablets daily (with Vitamin C to help with absorption). I was listless and it was clear to see the paleness (under the melanin) in my face. At my post-op checkup, the iron was still low, but it was climbing from the days right after the surgery. I still have some ways to go and my old colouring returned around week three.


Constipation

I was pretty lucky, I was not constipated the first two weeks, especially since I was taking iron tablets which causes constipation. For the first two weeks I kept Googling “does <insert food here> cause constipation” and researching foods that would help counteract constipation. Regular bowel movement is important for recovery so I paid attention to what foods caused me to feel bloated. I didn’t drink tea or coffee for weeks because, for some reason, consuming hot water was uncomfortable and coffee did not help – which was counter to my past experiences.

The first two weeks I used Colace (prescribed) along with Gas-X (OTC) to keep regular. When I started stepping down from the Gas-X around the end of the second week, I started to have issues with regularity so I took Milk of Magnesia on the problem nights and that helped. I did stop using iron tables for a week (during my third/fourth week) because I knew my period was due to arrive which also causes constipation. I’m back on the iron tablets again with no issues.

If you’re having trouble there are so many OTC options that could help, but it’s probably best to talk to your doctor first.


Sleeping

I had a hard time sleeping for long stretches in the hospital. The first week I’d wake up multiple times during the night, but by the second week my sleeping patterns started to revert to normalcy. Now (4 full weeks later) I sleep soundly during the night.

It was impossible for me to sleep on my side – my preferred position – so I had to sleep on my back for the first four weeks. Even when the pain lessened I still slept on my back because sleeping on my side caused discomfort. However, towards the end of the fourth week I was finally able to sleep on my side – hugging a pillow for support – without any pain or discomfort. I’m hoping by the end of this week I’ll be able to sleep in my preferred position without issue.


Walking

After surgery, you are not allowed to do any strenuous exercise so walking around the neighbourhood daily was my form of activity. I started with ten minute walks and then upped it to twenty minutes by the end of the first week.

My pace was extremely slow to begin with walking at a pace of 55 minutes per mile. Now (the start of my fifth week) I am walking much faster than before and almost making a mile in twenty minutes. For some perspective, before the surgery I could walk a mile in 12 minutes, sometimes less, sometimes my Google Fit app assumed I was slow jogging and marked my walk as a jog.


Clothing

For the first two weeks I lived in dressing gowns, night gowns and PJs (that could come up to the top of my stomach). I asked for some hospital underwear and was given a supply for at least a week and a half. I was so happy to be wearing them, as they come all the way up to the top of the stomach, are meshy and comfortable over the incision.

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It wasn’t until after the first two weeks that I felt more like wearing “normal” clothing. But, I still  tried to wear my softest clothing. At night, I didn’t want anything touching my stomach area, so I would often create a cushion over that area to make sure the sheets did not rub against me.

It’s the fifth week and I’m still pretty cautious. I’ve started using a belly band and I found that it helps with driving over bumps. I think it might have been beneficial earlier on with shrinking the uterus, but I’m happy to use it to alleviate the pain of driving and (in two weeks) commuting. Look into this and talk to your doctor, it might be helpful in the beginning.

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Eating and diet

The only change to my diet was adding more iron-rich foods, otherwise I could eat normally. Since I wasn’t super active (expect for twenty minutes of walking) I ate mostly fruits and oatmeal in the morning. Barley soup for lunch and then a healthy dinner – sometimes involving liver and vegetables.

I kept meticulous track of everything entering my body, in the beginning it was because I was forgetful and needed to write down when/what I ate and when I took my pills. Later it was to make sure I was feeding my body so it could heal faster. I still have the occasional sweet thing (my birthday was in July!) but everything in moderation.


Pillow Splint

I was lucky, during the first few weeks I did not sneeze or cough, it hurts when you sneeze and cough (or even laugh) and sometimes it’s helpful to have a pillow close by that you can hug to your lower ab when you need to do any of those things. I also used this between my lower ab and the seatbelt when I was being driven around to stop the belt from causing any pain.

I was a little extra, I bought a uterus shaped pillow, but it brought me constant amusement. Doesn’t matter if it felt a little “extra”, Robbie the Uterus Pillow has provided me a lot of cushion, but, any regular pillow will do.

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First Period

I was on the tail-end of mensuration when I had my surgery, so my period came at the end of July. One of the symptoms of fibroids is heavy bleeding. I read that it’s because there is more surface area so more blood needed to line the uterus. All of that is well and good, but when your “normal” period lasts over 5 days and the first two days are full of panic over leaking, well, life around “that time” can become stressful.

My first period after the surgery was completely different. I experienced some cramping – which I rarely experienced before, but I’m going to blame still being tender – and the first day was such a light flow that I couldn’t believe my eyes! Additionally, after four days it was pretty much over. I can’t wait for the next one to see how that goes. There are a lot of reasons why I had my surgery and am glad I did it, but this particular plus is by far my favourite one.


Pathology and Conclusion

I had nine fibroids in total, all benign. They ranged in size from 2cm (large kidney bean) in diameter to 10cm (apple or peach). They weighted approximately 4lbs. Two were inside the uterus (thus the two cuts) while the rest were hanging out on the outside, some of them on long stalks. Six of the nine were rather large. Looking at photos of them, it’s really hard to imagine them fitting inside.

Overall I am recovering well, and I know that I’m very fortunate to have my family to help me. I cannot stress how important it is to have folks around, especially the first two weeks. If there is anything remarkable to share, I’ll definitely update this post, but for now, I think I’ve pretty much covered the highlights of my recovery.

If you have any questions, if you’re going through a myomectomy, hysterectomy or even a c-section in the future (doesn’t matter how far in the future) please feel free to ask anything in the comments, or on Twitter or Instagram. Over on Instagram I have a few story highlights that I took pre and post surgery. I hope this helps at least one person and eases any anxieties.

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Myomectomy: The Surgery

A lengthy preamble:

The following post provides details of the day of the surgery and my two-day stay at the hospital. 

I’m writing about my experience in hopes that others can benefit. I’m not a medical expert, this is not to advise you to have a myomectomy. Our bodies are different and it should be a personal decision made with medical consultation on how to treat/remove fibroids. 

Additionally, I hope that anyone who feels like you are alone in your experience, will realize that you are not, and perhaps someone in your acquaintance has silently undergone the same thing. Don’t let anyone judge you for your decision. Also, if you are reading this, I hope you’re not squeamish.

Part 1: Myomectomy: The Prep

Read Time: 12 minutes


July 6th, 2018

Before the Surgery: We arrived almost an hour early for my check-in appointment. My parents were with me, they wanted to be there when I got out of surgery. Since I completed my check-in forms online the check-in process was easy. I added my mom’s phone number so she could receive text messages when my surgery commenced and  completed. They tagged me and took us up some elevators to another set of waiting rooms.

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Soon after I was called to do a vitals check, as well as height and weight. My blood pressure was on the high side, so they checked again on the other arm and it was fine. I was given my uniform for the surgery, along with instructions. “Take everything off, put the gown on, tie in back, put the PJs on tie in front, put the robe on open in front.”

“Everything?” I asked, I’m not even sure why. Of course I had to take off everything. But it was the fourth day of mensuration for me, so, even though it was a light day, I wasn’t prepared for the “everything off” instructions. So, everything came off and I dress in the clothes provided; for some reason I found it funny – it must have been the nerves catching up to me. But, here’s a thing you should be aware of, you take everything off when you’re doing a surgery. img_20180706_090808

Next, I was lead to a waiting area that had a lot of curtained off sections. The nurse drew some blood (the first of MANY blood draws!) and inserted the IV catheter into my arm.

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The doctors who were going to be involved in my surgery came by and introduced themselves. The anesthesiologist explained the process for the anesthesia and I signed papers for pain relief consent. In addition to the regular anesthesia, they would inject both sides of my abdomen with a pain relief drug (whose name I don’t remember) to help numb that area so I feel less pain after the surgery. However, if the pain was still unbearable after surgery, signing the consent form for an epidural before surgery would give them permission to administer it after surgery. Thankfully it didn’t come to that for me, but I figured it wouldn’t hurt to have a fallback. I received a shot to stop blood cloths, and waited for my time.

In the OR: After saying goodbye to my parents, I was taken up a few floors and down a few halls to the operating room. Let me take a moment here to say, this real life OR looked nothing like the ORs I saw on TV, for some reason it reminded me of a huge high-tech laundry room.

All I remember from the OR experience was taking everything except the gown off, lying down on the table while they placed blankets over me and telling the anesthesiologist that I often overheat when I am under covers. I remember her assuring me that they would be monitoring everything, her putting the drip into my IV,  then nothing else.

Here is what I do know from the report, my questions, and the things connected to my body afterwards.

  • They added another IV catheter to my left hand. I don’t know what drugs were going into that.
  • I was intubated – I think this is normal practice for these types of things – and I was happy that I was completely out for this, I’ve seen people intubated and it does NOT look pleasant.
  • A Foley catheter was inserted into my urethra – also happy I wasn’t wake for this.
  • They cut through skin, ab muscles, and all the other layers to gain access to the uterus (avoiding bowel and bladder). The type of cut is known as a “bikini cut” which is horizontal, right above the pubic bone.
  • One large fibroid was encountered that had to be removed, then two more (on stalks) were removed. Afterwards they looked for all the rest so they could figure out how to remove with the least amount of incisions (which I appreciate).
  • Two incisions into the uterus were made to remove the two inside. Others were removed from around the uterus.
  • I bled a lot, and they recycled some of my blood back to me (it calculates to almost a cup)
  • After all the cutting I was stitched up again and checked that bleeding stopped.
  • They removed the tube and gave me oxygen through a nasal cannula – I am assuming I had to respond to commands for them to remove the tube, but I do not recall this at all.

In Recovery: The first thing I remembered was waking up to people calling my name. The first thing I remember saying was that I was in pain. I was given the trigger to hold and told that I should press it to get the hydromorphone (which was a wonderful pain killer). I remember asking for pillows under my thighs because my legs felt really strange, then under my neck because that felt strange too. I also asked for more blankets because I was freezing. I remember asking all these things and just saying “thank you so much” every time someone came to my aid. I also remember asking a few times for the time. I remember them taking blood, I remember the blood pressure cuff automatically taking my blood pressure. I had compression boots to help with circulation.

I remember my parents sitting at my bedside and asking my dad to pull the covers up over my nose – like a ninja – because my nose was freezing. I remember being told that I might be nauseous, but I was feeling fine. I remember the doctor talking to me and telling me there were six big ones and showing me pictures. Then telling me she’ll see me the next day. Here I was a little confused. I swore the photos my mind saw were the fibroids in a bowl and the picture of my uterus taken from a position above my head, but when I saw the actual pictures the day after there were no photos like that.

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After a few minutes, the nurse attending asked how I was feeling and gave me some ice chips to chew. The ice chips went down without issue and I graduated to jello, which my parents fed to me because I was pretty cold and my hands were wrapped under four blankets.

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Three of my friends dropped by while I was in recovery, to check on how I was doing. I remember saying whatever I wanted to say, but nothing completely out of the ordinary of what I would usually say – maybe just a little more cheerily. I remember being glad that I wasn’t more woozy and strange coming out of anesthesia.

By six I was placed in a room, I was able to shimmy over from the recovery bed to the room bed with some help. It was in the hospital bed that I became aware of the second IV catheter not hooked up to anything and the Foley catheter, which I couldn’t feel, but was aware of the tube running from out of me to a container hooked on the side of the bed. I had an injection to help with blood clots and another round of blood was drawn.

After my family and friends left, I tried to sleep, but I kept waking up whenever the staff came in to check on me. My nose was still really cold.


July 7th, 2018

Early the next morning they removed the Foley catheter and wanted me to try using the toilet. The removal itself was painless, the nurse deflated the balloon and it slid right out. Just before breakfast, when the nurse checked in on me, I had the urge to use the toilet, so she helped me get out of bed.

It was really difficult getting up out of bed, but I managed to push myself up, bracing with my arms, and stand. I was a very dizzy initially but managed to walk without much assistance. Here, I know I’m lucky because many women have a much harder time standing up and walking, especially less than 24-hrs after the surgery. Never attempt to get up unassisted the first time.

I had to urinate in this plastic container that they put in the toilet bowl called “the hat” (because of its shape) so that they could measure it, every time I went. Seriously, they are constantly measuring your urine.

I tried to have breakfast that day, but was unable to because I didn’t have much of an appetite. I drank some black coffee and ate the eggs, that was all I could manage in two hours. Because of my mobility, I was able to sit on a chair for most of the morning.

In packing for my stay, I brought two books and an iPad filled with Netflix downloads. I managed to watch two episodes of a sitcom, but otherwise I couldn’t concentrate on anything else.

My voice was still low, most likely due to the intubation, but I didn’t experience any soreness in my throat, I know that some people do, so that’s something else to note. I found it a little difficult to draw a really deep breath, it wasn’t that I couldn’t do it, but it felt like my insides were squishing together and hurting when I did. I was really sore.

There was more blood taken that day and I had to get a magnesium drip because my magnesium levels were low.

When lunch came around my appetite still hadn’t returned, so I spent two hours trying to eat as much as I could – which was not a lot. My parents came in to find me sitting with the tray in front of me around 2pm that day.

Later that evening, they disconnected me from the hydromorphone drip but left the two IV catheters in my arms. I was now free to walk around without pulling a pole with me. They gave me the lowest dosage of oxy for the pain.

One of my friends visited late that night and I walked around the corridors with her. Walking is very important in helping with recovery so I was determined to walk a few minutes each day, even though I was walking at a snail’s pace.

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July 8th, 2018

I was running a low grade fever, additionally my heart rate was high and I was feeling anxious. It was the wee hours of the morning, but I got up and walked around the corridors a bit because I couldn’t sleep. My body started hurting, my left leg and my abdomen. The nurse didn’t think it was the pain meds, but in the morning I opted to take the ibuprofen instead of the oxy. The doctor on staff came around very early in the morning to check on me – I didn’t realize that they were so concerned about my heart rate. Other than the pain, anxiety and heart rate, I was more or less doing fine. More blood was taken for testing.

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After the tests and the new painkiller, I finally slept and woke up feeling much better and completely famished. I was able to eat more of my breakfast that morning.

My doctor dropped in later that morning and gave me some bad news, my blood count was low after surgery – which was to be expected – but within the last 24-hrs it dropped even lower and they suggested a blood transfusion. I had stopped bleeding, so it wasn’t that I was losing any more blood, and a blood transfusion would mean staying in the hospital for an extra night. I didn’t want a transfusion, mostly I wanted to go home. So we agreed, I would get another blood test around 4pm that day, if the counts remained the same I could go home, however, if it dropped then the transfusion would be required not suggested.

My mom and two cousins came later that day, I told them the bad news, so they sat with me to wait it out. It was comforting having people with me, especially since I was starting to feel really sad that there was a possibility of staying another night. Additionally, even though it was lost in all of the other things happening, I had done only two of the “three Ps”, and I was concerned that I wouldn’t be able to go home because of that. “What are the three Ps?” you ask? Well, it’s peeing, pooping and passing gas. Basically they want to know that your digestive system is working well, with all the drugs, constipation and bloating are side effects.

Around 4pm, another blood test was taken and we sat around waiting for the results. The results came back and my count had rebounded, I did not absolutely need a transfusion, I could go home! The nurse gave me a few underpads and some hospital underwear to take home with me, I highly recommend these, ask your nurse when you are being released! I took a motrin and braced myself for the ride home.

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I had a pillow to hold to my stomach which was so helpful, because the ride home was such a bumpy ride and I felt everything. It was so bumpy that I even bled a little – which was a tiny bit concerning as I had stopped bleeding.

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When I arrived at home and was better able to examine myself I found a lot of black and blue, including the place on my arm where I received all the injections. Because of my iron and blood count, they told me not to take a shower until the afternoon of the following day, since it’s possible that the hot water could cause me to faint.

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I was able to walk up and down the stairs, going really slowly and holding on to the banister. I was also able to get in and out of bed with only minimal struggle. I was happy to be home, but knew I had to settle in for the next six weeks. My daily pills were Ibuprofen, Colace, Gas-X, Iron and Vitamin C. More about these in the next post!

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Myomectomy: The Prep

A lengthy preamble:

The following post spans five years. It touches on how I first learned about my fibroids five years ago, what happened next, and my decision to not do the surgery. It concludes with this year and my decision to have them removed, including my preparation for surgery.

I’m writing about my experience in hopes that others can benefit. I’m not a medical expert, this is not to advise you to have a myomectomy. Our bodies are different and it should be a personal decision made with medical consultation on how to treat/remove fibroids. 

Additionally, I hope that anyone who feels like you are alone in your experience, will realize that you are not, and perhaps someone in your acquaintance has silently undergone the same thing. Don’t let anyone judge you for your decision. Also, if you are reading this, I hope you’re not squeamish.

Read time: 8 minutes.


Discovery

“Oh, you have fibroids” my doctor said nonchalantly, the moment she touched my abdomen. I had no ideas what that meant. She launched into an explanation; it’s typically benign growth, a high percent of African American women have them (I’m biracial), the cause is generally unknown, though some people believe there is a link to estrogen production and fibroid growth. She cautioned me about Googling because of the amount of misinformation that I might find, then counseled me about treatment. It would have to be a myomectomy, it’s like a c-section, but without the baby, I would certainly need to do it before I tried to get pregnant.

Of course I Googled and she was correct. There were blog posts on holistic solutions that maybe worked in some, but definitely did not work in others. There were different types of treatments that might affect fertility, or might not. It became pretty obvious to me that there was not a lot of concrete evidence and research out there, which seemed shocking as this was so common.

A transvaginal ultrasound was performed to assess size and location, the lab results showed three large fibroids – 3cm (green olive), 5cm (apricot or lime) and 7cm (plumb) – however, my doctor confirmed that while those were the large ones, there were more.

I had no symptoms, maybe I had a slightly heavier flow than normal on the first two days of mensuration, but it was hard to decide whether that amount of blood flow was a result of the fibroid growth over time, or whether it was normal for my body. I am lucky to rarely experience cramping, and I had no other issues or pain, so I decided to leave them alone.


four years later

In the summer of 2017 the muscles in my lower back seized and stiffened (almost rod-like according to my doctor). I did a few treatments to get them looser and spent over a month trying to manage the pain. During that time, I began to wonder whether the back issues started because of the fibroids – were they now big and hitting some nerve? I knew that back issues could be one symptom, but I didn’t think mine were in a position to affect my back. Over the next few months I started paying closer attention to my body and found that I could feel more growth – especially near my bellybutton – instead of just the one large one that I usually felt in my lower right abdomen. I started noticing subtle changes, like the fact that, towards the end of 2017, my abdomen was protruding more than it usually does and I was having issues bending over without it getting in the way.


February, 2018

I knew that I had to do the surgery soon, and I knew summer would be the best time (given my workload), so in February I posted on Facebook asking anyone who did the surgery to tell me about their experience. I received an overwhelming amount of responses. Women of all ages, races and geographical locations told me about their (or a friend’s) experience. Some did the surgery for fibroids, others for other issues. Some did it robotically, some open, and others laparoscopically. There were so many stories.

I thought I had enough when a friend of a friend messaged me and told me his wife did a similar thing, and if it was okay for her to contact me about it. At that point, I thought I had more than enough, but decided to go ahead and hear her story as well.

She told me what she went though – it was similar to the procedure I had to undergo – and gave me her doctor’s information, because she felt extremely comfortable with her doctor as her surgeon. As chance would have it, my original doctor was no longer covered under my health insurance, so I decided to research her doctor. Her doctor was covered under my insurance, so my next step was to make an appointment. After dragging my feet around for a few months, I finally made an appointment at the end of May for the first week in June.


June, 2018

My appointment with my new OB-GYN was set for the first week of June. I felt at ease, almost immediately, when talking to her. During the exam I didn’t feel as though I was being pushed to surgery, but once she felt my abdomen she knew that the fibroids were pretty large and wanted to investigate further. I had to do another ultrasound, and while I could have set it up right away, I ended up dragging my feet again until I finally gave in and made an appointment early morning on the last Monday in June.

Monday June 25: A very emotionally drained person showed up to the ultrasound on Monday. The technician was caring and put me at ease, the procedure took almost an hour and when I left the clinic I was pretty much ready to put this all behind me. That evening, my doctor called and left a message, my uterus had expanded to about the size of an eight month pregnancy, and she was concerned that, event though I wasn’t in pain, the fibroids might be pressing on other organs in the same area. And while we are built for our uterus stretching to accommodate a child, in the longterm it would not be good for my other organs.

Tuesday June 26th: I finally spoke to my doctor on the phone, and I decided to go ahead with the recommendation of surgery. The operation date was set for July 6th (10 days away), but I had to do a few things in preparation. Between getting my backups up to speed at work, and getting all my leave requests in place, I had to schedule a pre-op exam to sign some papers and do some tests.

Wednesday June 27th: I went in for my pre-op exam after work. There was some paperwork to sign, including acknowledging that they will be taking photos (which I have copies of) and that they can recycle any blood I lose back to me (which was pretty fascinating) as there will be blood loss during the surgery. Additionally we had some other exams to run, including a screening for which my doctor needed to take a sampling of my uterus wall. Here, we ran into a snag because a fibroid was blocking the path through the cervix and there was no way to get into my uterus that day. I laugh at this now,  it was almost as if the fibroids were saying, “sorry tools, closed for business today. Enough probing”. However, words can’t begin to describe the feeling I experienced, lying on that table, emotionally drained, and physically exhausted.

The doctor explained that I would need an MRI, and where I would need to go for the surgery. “Great,” I replied, “Because my mom wanted to come with me.” To which she replied, “Of course! We expect someone to come with you, this is a major surgery.”

I don’t know exactly what caused it, but tears started forming, mostly because I was hoping to show up to the surgery alone if possible, but also because, with those two words, “major surgery” the weight of what I was about to do finally became real.

Thursday June 28thI set up my MRI appointment for early on Sunday.

Sunday, July 1st: This was my second MRI for the year (and ever), it was a pelvic MRI, so they had me lie on my stomach and I went in feet first. The lying on the stomach thing was very uncomfortable because of the fibroids.

Since the room was cold, the tech placed a blanket on my legs, which seemed a good idea at the time, but as the tests continued I started overheating (normal for me when I’m under a blanket) and I started feeling extremely hot, but I had to keep my lower half still for the tests. Thankfully, the exam concluded not long after. The next step was to wait for my call with the specific time I needed to make it to the hospital for the surgery.

Thursday, July 5th: I received a call early afternoon, the surgery was set for 10:30am the next day. In preparation, I had to remove all jewelry, not eat anything after midnight the day of the surgery and not drink anything two hours before the surgery. I had to remove all nail polish, apply no makeup, take a shower (this one made me laugh) and sign some more forms. I packed my bag – it was an inpatient surgery – with a few books and my downloaded some movies on my iPad. I was ready.

 

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First Coming – A Christmas Poem

First Coming

By Madeleine L’Engle

He did not wait till the world was ready,
till men and nations were at peace
He came when the Heavens were unsteady
and prisoners cried out for release.

He did not wait for the perfect time.
He came when the need was deep and great.
He dined with sinners in all their grime,
turned water into wine. He did not wait

till hearts were pure. In joy he came
to a tarnished world of sin and doubt.
To a world like ours, of anguished shame
He came, and his Light would not go out. 

He came to a world which did not mesh,
to heal its tangles, shield its scorn.
In the mystery of the Word made Flesh
the Maker of the stars was born.

We cannot wait till the world is sane
to raise our songs with joyful voice,
for to share our grief, to touch our pain,
He came with Love: Rejoice! Rejoice!

…written by Jessica Warman

I discovered Jessica Warman’s books during my very first BEA. When I read YA, I tend to lean towards the Fantasy stories, and there are very few authors whose books attract me from that section. Jessica Warman’s Between was one of those books.

It’s set in the afterlife, where a girl is trying to figure out how she died and perhaps find some peace, at first I was skeptical about Between – especially since the protagonist wasn’t a likeable character. However, I was blown away, and when I had the opportunity to read Beautiful Lies, I practically jumped at it! Once more she did not disappoint.

In Beautiful Lies, two sisters – twins – go to the amusement park and only one comes home. The search for the missing sister commences and a mystery unravels.

While I still read mostly fantasy YA novels, Jessica Warman is one of the few authors I’ll deviate for.

Searching ABCs

Do you have a favourite browser? Mine is Chrome. I’ve been using it since Google released it. I love the search bar, it makes life so much easier. Just type in a letter autofill to a site you’ve recently visited or have visited often.

Two years ago I started an experiment, how would my searches/sites I visit, change over time?

Below is that table, I typed in a letter and chose the first thing Chrome served me back. It’s quite interesting – at least to me!

2014 2015 2016
Amazon AMC Theaters app.box.com
Bike to Work Challenge Box.com Book of the Month
Google Calendar Google Calendar Google Calendar
Google Drive Google Drive – KEEP Dropbox
ESP website (work) Google Docs Evite
Facebook Facebook Facebook
Gmail Gmail Gmail
Sosh HBO Go Hamilton Lottery Ticket
Intranet Instagram Instagram/IReadYa
My Fitness Pal Join.me Jetblue
Google Keep Google Keep Google Keep
Linked In New Life Hub Lit-Cube
Yahoo Yahoo Yahoo
Jazz Fest NetFlix Google News
Orbitx Outlook Outlook
Padmapper PayPal ProPublica
Work QA site Work QA site Work QA site
Redemption Center Blog Goodreads Relevant Magazine
Scholastic Store Planning Center Scholastic Store
Google Translate Twitter Twitter/shanella
Goodreads UPS UCH
Google Voice Virutal Piano Vocabulary.com
Weather.com WordPress Weather.com
XKCD Hulu XKCD
Yelp Youtube Youtube
Ziegfeld theater Zara Zillow

Starting with the As, it seems that I moved from browsing Amazon (still do) to browsing movies and movie times to learning music for my choir/orchestra group – starting in 2015, note the B line. Speaking of Bs, it seems I went from Biking to Singing to Reading – three of my favourite pastimes.

C & D show my love for Google and all its tools; from the Calendar to the Google Voice (2014 the year I actually went on dates with strangers) number that I created years ago.

This year a lot of people moved back to Evites – from Facebook Events.

Let’s skip over Facebook and Gmail and head straight to the fact that I still have not won Hamilton tickets, even though it’s one of my most visited sites!

There’s a lot of work related sites as well – Intranet, ESP, QA, Outlook and the Scholastic Store. But that makes sense, I do spend many hours a week there.

The Us are very interesting – there must have been a U book for that Goodreads entry in 2014. Then I went from tracking packages last year to looking at health insurance this year – thanks, conjunctivitis.

Overall, nothing too shocking for me here. I’m assuming my 2017 will be pretty close to my 2016, who knows, maybe I’ll do an addition next year.

Snow. Five Things (17)

Miles ran: 17.1 | Miles cycled: 0 | Steps: 258,297

— Thing One —

On Friday night, a light snowfall began. The light of the moon reflected off the tiny flakes causing an ethereal glow. Have you ever considered the beauty in freshly fallen snow?

Of course, 24-hours later, back and shoulders burning from shoveling thrice in the same spot to see the ground, I considered a snowblower. The snow threw me off my running, but today I ventured out again, happy to see at least three other people running in the park with me and no snow/ice on the path.

— Thing Two —

Being stuck indoors can be a drag, but I’ve recently picked up my reading again and managed to finished two books while stuck indoors. The Malediction Trilogy was recommended by a reliable reading source, and it wasn’t until book two in the trilogy that we both realized that book three will not be released until May!

It’s nothing entirely different from the typical YA fantasy lot – curse, creatures with magical powers and a protagonist who isn’t aware of their special abilities – but what did make it stand out from its compatriots was the lack of the dreaded love triangle and insta-love that seems to plague the shelves and turned me off of YA fantasy for a little while.  After finishing the second in the series, I started looking for other reads and have since pre-ordered four books (book three included). One of which downloaded this Thursday and which I have already finished.

— Thing Three —

I have also been catching up on Doctor Who. I have two episodes (excluding the special) that I need to watch, but I’m afraid to finish watching them because I’m so sad about what happened in Face the Raven.

— Thing Four —

In other attempts at being healthy – or eating well – I have joined Blue Apron and received my first package this week. It was a bit of an inconvenience – the address mix up and all – but I finally got the box delivered to my home and made two meals from the three.

If there is one thing that Blue Apron teaches you, it’s that cooking isn’t difficult and making delicious dishes isn’t a hard task.

— Thing Five —

I helped a friend out this week, and it involved taking out my guitar – which I belatedly realized needing its strings changed, badly! That night, I felt a strange buzzing energy pushing through my weariness, it has been a while since I played/lead in this way, and it felt really good. Coming from a period where I have contemplated quitting, I think this was the best thing that could have happened. I have to think on this more, but it’s quite a thing.

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