I have to admit that so far, 2013 has not been the year I hoped it would be. Since February, I’ve spent a lot of time at the doctor, and after a LOT of tests, second opinions, worrying, and buying stretch pants, I finally had a Myomectomy last Wednesday. The surgery, my first ever, was successful. They removed the tumor (it was 15 cm and weighed 1.5 lbs) while still keeping the rest of my uterus in working order. I am incredibly thankful for the skilled surgeon and the great nurses who took such good care of me.
Here I am, the first night after surgery with my life-long friend, Roger Maris Raccoon.
It is now day 8 of my recovery (expected to take 4-6 weeks) and I’ve had my ups and downs. My dear friend, Morphine, was taken away from me far too soon, but it was a glorious relationship while it lasted. The day I left the hospital, I had some sort of reaction to my new pain killer and spent the day (and the 2 hour drive to my parents’ house) throwing up. Throwing up, by the way, after you’ve just had abdominal surgery is especially not fun. But my parents took good care of me, and I eventually was able to keep some food and pain medicine down, and after a long sleep I felt a lot better.
Being confined to the house with limited mobility is not something I’m used to, and the adjustment isn’t easy. All my body wants to do is sleep, but all I want to do is put real clothes on and do something.
My sister, who anticipated this from me, wrote me a a pre-surgery email (she is currently in Korea) where she included a list of possible activities to keep me occupied. Here are her suggestions:
Have you thought of a hobby to take up while you’re on bed-rest?! Here are some suggestions:
– Write a lot of haiku. (Google informs me “haikus” is not a word. Haiki? Also not a word. Hmm.)
– Learn a foreign language. Something practical, like maybe, Swahili.
– Crochet socks for me. Everyone loves socks. Especially me.
– Juggling. I feel pretty sure you can do this in bed.
If I think of any more, I’ll let you know. But you also have to keep blogging. Even if you don’t bake for a while. Blog!
I’m pretty excited about the face yoga, but before I tackle juggling and Swahili, I thought I would take her advise and blog. I have no delicious recipe to share with you yet since it is hard to bake from bed, but I do have lots of feelings. And I am sure there will be plenty of time for baking later.
Today was really the first day that I got really restless. I got out of bed to eat my lunch, and when I started crying over my Chinese food for no reason, my mom decided to intervene. The solution was a change of location – I hobbled from the couch to the back porch – a small bowl of ice cream, and a game of Boggle with my English teacher mother that I DOMINATED. I might be a lousy speller, but I still KILL it when it comes to word games.
After Boggle, I needed a nap (sitting up for that long is really exhausting), but I was still restless, and after a while I decided that I was probably also pretty smelly. I’m able to take showers – standing up that long makes me tired – but it is totally doable – and just thinking about a fresh nightgown and clean hair made me feel better already. I decided not to stop with just the shower, but I also really wanted to dry my hair. My hair is naturally curly, and I’ve definitely been sporting the natural look lately. But today, I really wanted to dry it. There was no way I was messing with a hair straightener, but I figured I could handle using the blow dryer to at least get it relatively straight. But, after all the standing in the shower, I was too tired to stay on my feet. My solution: I sat down on the floor of the bathroom and dried my hair. I leaned against the wall, closed my eyes, and dried my hair. The only problem was that when I was done, I found that I was stuck, and had to call my Mom to come haul me to my feet. But, it was worth it. My hair is big and frizzy and not styled, but it is dry. I win.
In other news, I’ve decided that I could get around a lot faster if I had a cane. I’m thinking this bad-ass one with a lion handle will do the trick.
The road to recovery is going to be interesting and longer than I would like, but I am so thankful that I am on my way to being healthy again, that it wasn’t worse, and that I have such a loving, supportive family and group of friends to help me through it. I’ve already received so many beautiful flowers, chocolates, baked goods, and casseroles. Surgery was not part of my 2013 plan, but it happened, and I’m planning on making the most of it.