Closed For Renovations.

I no longer have a uterus. Or fallopian tubes. Or for that matter, a cervix. On Monday August 6th, 2018 I had a hysterectomy. Oh, before I forget, there was a cyst on one ovary that they also removed (but left the ovaries). The pain is incredible.

Let’s address this…

The past few days have I had to become quite intimate with my body. The movements I had previously taken for granted I now have to prep to execute. Seriously. Turning side to side, rolling over and getting out of bed can take four to five minutes… each. There have also been those attempts I outright aborted, because of pain. Walking is very slow going and standing straight and tall, two things that had been as automatic as waking up black, have now become part of a check-list. Breathing. No, I do not have to remind myself to do it; but I do have to make re-inflating my lungs part of my recovery routine. I was kept in the hospital for two days until I pee’d and poop’d and trust me, I had to coax both out. My alarm is set for every three hours for the next week or so as it is imperative I “stay ahead of the pain” by taking my pain meds on time. Every time. I have the cutest little bikini-cut incision (my dr’s decision; I truly did not care), but who knew her regard for what I/it could look like can also be the reason I cannot yet sit up for more than three minutes at a time? Think about the placement… Narcotics (prescribed) make me quite loopy and nauseous so eating is a chore; so, I am fighting the gas that is being trapped. Luckily the bedroom and bathroom are both on the second floor as I am not allowed to navigate stairs for a bit, so once I came up two days ago, I can no longer go back down or up another flight. I cannot cough or sneeze, literally, and laughing necessitates a pillow against the incision to brace it.

But, I feel great! Truly. Because this will all pass. Soon (school resumes on August 27th; so…) I will look back on this time and marvel that I actually made it through… with a LOT of help and patience from those who love me. I will get cleared to wear my heels again, strap them on and resume my strutting through life. The memory of this amount of pain will fade. What will remain however, is my good health. With the removal of my uterus, my countless fibroids were also removed, as was the possibility of their ever recurring. With the removal of my cervix, the possibility of cervical cancer was extinguished. The pain is indescribable, but the reward is infinite. I wish I could promise to remember to never take coughing, sneezing or laughing for granted again, but given our ability to forget as soon as we are delivered from the moment, I probably will. Shame though… because this certainly merits remembrance.

My uterus was enlarged; look at the pic. 
The fibroids were plentiful (you can see some imprinted under the lining of my uterus). My menstrual period was painful and way too heavy for someone of my age. First clue something was wrong. With the removal of my uterus my last period was my last (WOOHOO!) but by leaving my ovaries I will not be immediately plunged into menopause… I plan to gracefully saunter into it as soon as I strap those four inches back on 😊

Okay, I gotta go. This post has taken me about eight hours to write as I had to take numerous breaks to lie down and manage some pain. Talk again soon. In the meantime yall, take care of yourselves.

Me.

6 responses to Closed For Renovations.

  1. Vanessa

    What a piece!
    Welcome to this new land! I too, have had a hysterectomy- mine was completed 6 years ago – when I was 44! 44! Mine was also the result of fibroids.
    Unlike you, my experience had a limited amount of pain due to having the procedure done laparoscopicly – the five tiny incisions are my daily reminder that somehow I managed to hurdle through the depression which followed and the feeling that I was no longer a viable woman.
    “What nonsense!” Many “supporters” would say. “At least you won’t have a period!” Or “You can’t have anymore children anyway, at your age!” It took ME a while to being and feeling okay for the alterations necessary for me to live without the constant bleeding and the pain. It took me a while to not feel like I allowed a part of me to be cut away and tossed like garbage for selfish reasons. Like maybe I could’ve lived through it longer! That was my journey!
    Today, I am happy i made the decision and happy to never have to buy another pad! I’m happy with me!
    Thank you for sharing Fury!!

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    • Let's AdDress This... – Author

      Thank YOU for sharing, Vanessa; wow!

      I am always amazed, and incredibly honored, when I am brought into the confidence and intimacy of others’ lives. Thank you.

      It would be easy to say you got off ‘easy’ as you by-passed this incredible pain; but that would be short-sighted and insensitive of me. I recognize what I am experiencing in physical pain and discomfort, you experienced in emotional; for that I am incredibly sorry. My dr warned me of the possibility of mourning what I may regard as my ‘womanhood’ so I know it is common and worthy of attention. I am grateful you have moved through it and am now here whole and healthy.

      Thank you for sharing; you have honored my page… and me.

      Fury.

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  2. cheryl russell

    I have to tell you that 1) it is VERY brave of you to openly tell your story 2) It’s another thing to put your body pics out there 3) it is because of the first 2 things that all of us love you ( and sometimes hate you for looking so damned gorgeous even in pain). be well my friend and call on your tribe/friends if you need us. I love you.

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    • Let's AdDress This... – Author

      Do NOT make me laugh… it hurts! My friend, I love you right back. Thank you!

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