Well that was an ordeal! You never know what your body has been through until you’ve heard from your appointed family member afterwards; oh and of course the pain but when you’re a bit delirious on pain relief that’s kind of unclear.
7 hours on the operating table and I’m still here; my poor mamo must have been going out of her mind! I must be a strong cookie.
I have visions of surgeons operating pull out bits, stripping back endo and chucking bad bits in a pile in the corner whist humming like it’s a easy task. Of course that’s not the case but this Mr Bean moment can not be shifted.
I saw my consultant/surgeon after surgery and the poor bloke look exhausted I felt guilty but I am so grateful he spent the time freeing up my insides. His words were “I don’t want to do that again”
So everything and more that I had been complaining about was evident inside. Small intestines were fused together as were the large (hence me pushing my stomach to try and move things). Large endometriosis growth attaching my vagina and bowel. (unable to pass wind or bowel movements even with laxatives), adhesions throughout (compacting space and lower abdomen/pelvic pain), fibroid regrown in spaces they were removed last year and now under scar tissue (attaching the rectum wall and causing pain).
I’m still being monitored for possible complications that could arise due to serosal tear on my small intestines but I’m hopeful. Just to feel things move (even though painful) is a step in the right direction.
I’m so graceful a stoma bag wasn’t fitted; actually I could have kissed the guy because a poor lady on my ward had one and when you change it everyone knows about it.
Eating habits haven’t returned but I have to re-train my body to accept food and slowly. It seems so strange when I hear movement in my stomach because it’s been so long.
Here’s to a good recovery and dreaming of all the things I want to do again.
Image: Bean /Tiger Aspect Productions