Those who watch my status updates will know that I'm going back in for surgery for the first time since 2014 to remove some masses in my abdomen (I'm being deliberately vague about it because I'm not yet ready to discuss my health in detail, but hopefully that will change in the near future). The masses have come back from the last time and, similar to before, seem to be either growing on or pushing on my bowel. This has really screwed with my digestive system (I'll spare you the gory details) and combined with the extreme fatigue and anxiety, it's making the wait torturous.
The hospital is pretty booked up, so I can't go in until early June. Not to mention, it's a different hospital this time, which is a shame because I really liked the last one. However, I've had a few people say that this one is also really friendly, so I'm crossing my fingers that it will be a good experience. My grandfather had so many crappy doctors when he was in and out of the hospital those few years before his death that I can't help but be a bit nervous about that. However, I'm really lucky in that I know and trust my surgeon, so that's one positive.
They're planning to do this robotically, like before (more accurate and less invasive, with a shorter recovery time) but if it turns out that this mass is growing on my bowel, then the surgeon may need to remove a section of my bowel to get it all. If that's the case, he'll have to opt for the more invasive option, which means a longer, more painful recovery. Obviously I don't want that to happen, but I told him to just do whatever he had to, to keep this from coming back. I'm probably not as nervous as I should be, as I'm more anxious about the wait than I am about the surgery itself, but I can't say the same for the people around me. Everyone is obviously so much more worried than I am, and kind of treating me like I'm made out of glass.
It would be funny if it wasn't such a serious situation. Okay, it's still a little funny. Even my doctor told my mom, "Oh, they must have been in so much pain", but I really wasn't. Mostly I was just exhausted all the time, having trouble sleeping, and having digestive issues. I wasn't really in pain. So either I have the pain tolerance of a freaking marine or I've just gotten to a point that I'm simply dead inside and can feel nothing. Neither would surprise me, to be honest.
Anyway, I'll try and keep you guys updated as things progress.
-Until next time, Vex out!