No, it’s not major, and no, it wasn’t unexpected, and yes, I should have said something here in advance. I didn’t because I figured it was minor enough that it wouldn’t be noticed (and hey, it’s not like I’m blogging or twittering that much here lately, anyhow).
A few months ago I went to see the gynecologist (just like all you women are doing regularly, right?) with some concerns. The doc then sent me to get a pelvic ultrasound, and after getting those results, an MRI.
So, what to do?
The doc gave me plenty of options, and (unsurprisingly, if you know us) Tom and I did lots of research. Keeping in mind that I’m 47 (as of last week) and I’ve had all the kids I’m going to have (as of 1988), my decision was to have a laparoscopic supracervical hysterectomy (aka “LSH,” links: 1, 2, 3, 4) and left (not bilateral) salpingo-oophorectomy.
If you follow any of those links, you’ve probably seen the same stuff I have:
- 3 small abdominal incisions
- one night in the hospital
- 1-2 weeks recovery time
all of which adds up to: this ain’t your mom’s (or even my mom’s) hysterectomy. No huge scar across my abdomen, no weeks of bed rest, and no immediate need for hormones.
One of the options presented to me—and one I seriously considered—was to do nothing at all. The fibroids would take care of themselves in the long run (i.e., post-menopause) and the cyst wasn’t bothering me. Why I decided to have the surgery (cue rolling eyes) was because, well, the US health care system is seriously broken, and the moment the doc gave me the diagnosis, I then had a “pre-existing condition”—that is, any future insurance I get might not have to cover anything I’d already been told I had. Or anything that might be a result of what I’d been told I had. Or anything that could conceivably be attributed to anything I’d been told I had…
You get the idea. Sigh.
Back to recovery, it’s been four days now, and I think that tomorrow I go back to part-time work, and a few days after that back to full-time. I feel fine except for the fact that I get tired quickly and I’ve been avoiding lifting anything heavier than my laptop. Sean has been doing a wonderful job of waiting on me hand and foot (as ordered by Tom) and Tom himself, well, he went and bought a 61″ television just to keep me entertained during my recovery—or so he claims.
Thanks to all who sent their best wishes and good thoughts!