Surgery Day

 May 2. 

Surgery day. They decided I was stable enough to do it. I don't remember much. I remember Anibal coming in, playing some Toby Mac and giving me a pep talk. I remember thinking to myself, "You have to do this. You have to come out of it." I remember the Surgeon saying that he was going to have to take my ovaries, fallopian tubes and uterus. I remember saying, defeated, "Just take it all". That's what I remember from that week. Take it all. He couldn't take it all. 

About 2 hours in the OR, but everything went well. 

The cysts had ruptured and were the cause of the infection. They removed both large cysts and multiple smaller ones that had been  hidden on imaging, due to the size of the big ones. They removed 2 liters of infected fluid from my stomach cavity and had to remove the stomach "apron" (the inside of the abdominal wall). They took my ovaries and fallopian tubes, but couldn't take my uterus because everything was so inflamed that it would have damaged either my bladder or my colon. They took some of my intestine, too. Everything was washed out and cleaned up.


WHEW. Good grief.

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