The last time I actually wrote a blog post was Saturday, November 21st.
That was the day we went pecan picking. The pecans still sit in bags on the kitchen floor – as if time has stood still since then.
November 21st was also the day my husband took me to the emergency room. I had a stomach ache that just wouldn’t quit and the pain radiated around to my back which really made it quite unbearable for me.
I had no idea what it could be, I googled symptoms and you know Dr. Google comes up with so many things – who wants to pick? Who wants to put any ideas that might not be good ideas in our heads? Not me. I closed the browser and walked down the hallway to wake my husband from his short lived nap. I just couldn’t cope any longer.
It was if God rode ahead of us, cleared out the emergency room, made an exam room ready and the doctor available asap. How often does that happen?
The pain was excruciating, and suspected my gall bladder. They gave me something for the pain and nausea and sent me for an ultrasound/sonogram to confirm.
In doing so they discovered a cyst on my right ovary the size of a grapefruit, they were shocked I had not experienced any pain from it.
They tell me they don’t know by looking at it if it’s cancerous.
Cancerous – a thought that never even entered my mind. But if I had stayed searching through Dr. Google for very long I’m sure I’d have found some mention of it.
They admit me on that Saturday and schedule my surgeries for Monday 11/23. They will be doing the gall bladder laproscopically and if possible they will be using the same incisions to remove my right ovary, tube and cyst.
I had to make a decision before the surgery about the cyst.
If it was cancer, did I want them to call in the oncology team to take over and do what they would do in this instance?
I knew deep down inside me that it wasn’t cancer, but I still had to give them direction. So, I told them yes.
The surgeries went great – no cancer Thank God.
I’ve been at home resting for about 5 days now. I’m still so tired. I’m also tired of being tired.
But I’m grateful for being tired, and so grateful for all the caregivers that God put in my path since November 21st. The emergency room doctor from my initial visit actually called me at home on Saturday (1 week after he first saw me) – he told me that he had been digitally stalking me, and wanted to know how I was doing . I told him that I was great, and he got silent, and asked, what about the cyst was it cancerous? I told him that it was not, and all he said was “Thanks be to God.”
I wanted to let you know that I am back on a very part time basis, and will try and post a couple of things each day as my body and energy allow. I’m hoping I’ll be back in the swing of things sometime next week. Thank you for your understanding – xox!