Around the beginning of December I went in to get a couple tests done, which resulted in this:
I had a "mass" next to one of my ovaries about the size of a golf ball. I'm not really sure what to call the "mass", because my doctor was calling it a tumor--and other times a fibroid. We'll just call it "the tumoid" (cue scary music). Tumoid could also be its celebrity name if the tumor and fibroid were dating. How 'bout that?!! Fer cute. Now, just to ease your minds, they were about 98% sure it was benign, and it was. Everything went super smooth. There was a possible risk of having an ovary removed, but the tumoid was sitting on the outside of my uterus which made the surgery smooth. Because it was major surgery (it was similar to a c-section), I had to stay overnight in the AF hospital and then spent 3 weeks at home recovering (no work, excercise, or driving). Mama Denise stayed in the hospital and then took care of me for a whole week. I don't know what I would have done w/o her. She was such a blessing, and very much appreciated.
In the hospital I was so tired I kept going cross eyed and then closing my eyes. During the night I asked my mom if she wanted to start loading up the car, and she said pretty matter-of-factly, "No!" It was then that I realized that did not make sense.
I had a "mass" next to one of my ovaries about the size of a golf ball. I'm not really sure what to call the "mass", because my doctor was calling it a tumor--and other times a fibroid. We'll just call it "the tumoid" (cue scary music). Tumoid could also be its celebrity name if the tumor and fibroid were dating. How 'bout that?!! Fer cute. Now, just to ease your minds, they were about 98% sure it was benign, and it was. Everything went super smooth. There was a possible risk of having an ovary removed, but the tumoid was sitting on the outside of my uterus which made the surgery smooth. Because it was major surgery (it was similar to a c-section), I had to stay overnight in the AF hospital and then spent 3 weeks at home recovering (no work, excercise, or driving). Mama Denise stayed in the hospital and then took care of me for a whole week. I don't know what I would have done w/o her. She was such a blessing, and very much appreciated.
In the hospital I was so tired I kept going cross eyed and then closing my eyes. During the night I asked my mom if she wanted to start loading up the car, and she said pretty matter-of-factly, "No!" It was then that I realized that did not make sense.As of now (today), I'm feeling good. I got the green light to excercise, lift heavy objects, and everything else humans do. After 3 weeks I was able to drive (hallelujah) and go back to work.
2 comments:
Hooray you're a real human again! That second picture makes me giggle.
I love he new look of the blog!!! So cute. And I found the hidden secret. Oh you! Lionel Richie will be in your heart forever. So as I was looking at the pictures, I kinda feel bad that we're all smiley and you're in the back like 'help!'. Oops, we did it again.
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