There were a lot of things that happened during my pregnancy that people weren't aware of. Mostly I kept them to myself (or between me and D) because I was miserable and in pain, and more bad things just seemed to be overkill. I had hoped that my pregnancy was going to be happy and healthy and I would glow like all those other women. That just didn't happen. I gained a ton of weight, I was constantly hurting (misdiagnosis of arthritis had me drugged, too), and could barely walk. Nothing like I pictured.
During that time, like everyone else, I had regular check-ups. One of the tests mid-pregnancy came back positive for cervical cancer. Obviously there was nothing we could do at the time, so we waited until I had had Z and healed, and then three months later had gone in to take care of it. We had decided on spot treating it, burning the areas that had were positive for the cells. If that didn't work, we had decided to do surgery. After another test coming back still positive, surgery seemed to be the next step. However, I had a staph infection that had to heal first (from the hospital, go figure).
On a whim, the day of the consultation to schedule the surgery, I asked to be tested one last time to see if perhaps the spot treatment had maybe taken and maybe it had just needed time. Tested...and it was clear. No cancer!! I was thrilled and over the moon--and for the first time, told people about all of this going on. Scheduled an appointment for a check up six months out.
The six month mark was a few weeks ago. I had a bad feeling about it. Why? Things weren't exactly working like they were supposed to, and it seemed to be a precursor to bad news. I had told the doctor that I was worried that it was happening again, but she said that she didn't see anything and that it was most likely me stressing. She would run the test, but told me to try not to worry. She called me a few days later, on Friday. I knew it was bad news--she's closed on Fridays.
She said that I had been right, that it was back. Three options--spot treatment again, surgery, or a referral to an oncologist that specialized in OB GYN. I asked her what she would do--she said the surgery. I agreed. I didn't want the first option since it didn't work originally. I didn't want the third option for two reasons: one, I didn't know how long it would take to get an appointment with a doctor with that specialty; and two, I didn't want to have to get to know another doctor--who knows what kind of a personality they would have and if I would like them. So the second option really was the best for me. Unfortunately since the office was technically closed, her surgery scheduler wasn't there and I had to wait the weekend to call back and get scheduled.
Monday arrived, and the anxiety began to set in. I wanted this over with as soon as possible, and I managed to get scheduled for surgery three days later. So last Thursday I checked in the hospital around 8:45a. I went back to my room and got changed into the very fashionable paper gown...which was SO hot (and I mean hot in temperature, not in looks!!). I did manage to snag a pic of me modeling this trend:
Surgery was at 11a. I had to send D home to get me some snacking food, as the hospital didn't have any GF options for me other than Jell-o (and I wasn't willing to take any chances). After waking up from sedation (just a side note--the nurses and the anesthesiologist/anesthesiologist nurse were all AMAZING, and even sent me a get well soon card) (another side note: I know they send the card to everyone, but it did make me smile), I was there another hour or so wake up, eat, and then head out. So I was home by 2pm, just in time for my mom to get there with Z from his day at school. And I was so happy to see my little boy. :)
Now I'm in another waiting game. I find out the results from the surgery tomorrow. They are going to analyze all the stuff they took, and let me know what they find. We have plans in place for whatever the results are, and they will go into place soon after I recover. But that's a different post, and not one I am quite ready to share yet. ;-) For now, I am just going to hope that everything I just went through worked and that bad news is not on the horizion. I'm ready for good news!
While I'm waiting and resting, I'll be surfing Pinterest, and testing out some pins for future holiday gifts. That and preparing for my in-laws moving here this weekend! They finally have 'bit the bullet' and purchased a home here in our neighborhood, and will be making the trek down here from Colorado this Friday. I'm so excited for them to get down here an finally get to spend the time they have been wanting to spend with Z!
