Hey… it’s Anna🖤.
I finally have an update from my pre-op appointment.
And the biggest news is…
I got my surgery date.
July 22nd.
After months of appointments, blood work, iron infusions, MRIs, waiting, more waiting, and what felt like an endless amount of bleeding, I finally have an actual date on the calendar.
And honestly?
That feels pretty good.
Not Exactly The News I Wanted
Now, before I start celebrating too hard, there was one piece of news that disappointed me.
Unfortunately, I’m not a candidate for minimally invasive surgery.
Trust me.
I tried to manifest it.
I hoped for it.
I practically begged the universe for it.
But apparently my uterus had other plans.
Because my uterus is so enlarged that minimally invasive surgery isn’t considered the safest option.
For reference, my uterus is measuring about the size of somebody who is 21 weeks pregnant.
Twenty-one weeks.
Meanwhile there isn’t a baby in there.
Just a collection of fibroids that have apparently been living rent-free and making terrible life decisions.
So It’s Going To Be Abdominal Surgery
Which means a larger incision.
A longer recovery.
And a hospital stay.
Instead of going home the same day like I would have with laparoscopic surgery, I’ll be spending two nights in the hospital.
Not exactly how I imagined this would go.
I won’t lie.
I was disappointed.
Mostly because I wanted the quicker recovery.
I wanted to get back to work sooner.
I wanted to get back to normal life sooner.
And if you’ve been following along, you know how worried I’ve been about missing work.
But You Know What?
We’re moving forward.
And that’s what matters.
At the end of the day, I don’t care how they get that uterus out.
I just want it out.
Respectfully.
It’s overstayed its welcome.
Its lease has expired.
Its eviction notice has been served.
And on July 22nd, management will be handling the situation.
The Iron Infusions Are Done
I also officially completed all of my iron infusions.
Honestly, that happened fast.
It feels like yesterday I was sitting there getting my first infusion and wondering if I’d have side effects.
Thankfully the infusions went really well.
No major issues.
No reactions.
No drama.
Which is rare because my body usually likes to keep things interesting.
The Only Complaint
The nurses and my veins continue their ongoing feud.
I still don’t understand it.
My veins are right there.
Visible.
Available.
Cooperative.
Yet somehow finding them becomes an Olympic event every single time.
I survived though.
And that’s what matters.
Next Step: Blood Work
Now we wait to see where my iron levels and blood counts are after the infusions.
I’m hoping they’ve improved significantly.
Because after months of heavy bleeding, anemia, exhaustion, dizziness, and feeling like a human zombie, I would really like some good news.
So blood work is next on the agenda.
I’m still waiting to hear exactly when that appointment will be.
The Anesthesia Appointment
I also have an appointment with the anesthesiologist.
Thankfully that appointment can be done over the phone.
Which means I don’t have to travel anywhere.
Small victories.
I appreciate every single one.
Unfortunately There Is One More Period
This part made me sigh dramatically.
Because I was really hoping I was done.
But because surgery isn’t until July 22nd, it means I’ll likely have one more cycle before then.
One.
More.
Period.
As if the universe wanted one final opportunity to test my patience.
Thankfully The New Medication Is Helping
To help control the bleeding until surgery, the doctor gave me an injection and a daily pill.
And honestly?
So far they seem to be working.
I’m currently on my cycle right now.
And compared to what I’ve been dealing with?
It’s not bad.
At all.
Which honestly feels like a miracle.
Because my normal periods have basically been a full-time job.
The Plan Is Official
So now everything feels real.
On July 22nd they will be removing:
- my uterus
- my fallopian tubes
And thankfully I get to keep my ovaries.
Which is great news.
Because right now there is no indication that anything is wrong with them.
So assuming everything stays that way, I should enter menopause naturally when my body decides it’s time.
You know.
Like a normal person.
The Two Fibroids Are Still On My Mind
I would be lying if I said they weren’t.
Those two fibroids with the suspicious features still live rent-free in the back of my brain.
I think about them more than I probably should.
But realistically?
There’s nothing I can do right now.
The doctor reassured me that the chances of them being malignant are very slim.
Slim to none.
And honestly, hearing that helped.
A lot.
Now We Wait
That’s really where I am now.
Waiting.
Waiting for blood work.
Waiting for the anesthesia appointment.
Waiting for surgery day.
Waiting for pathology results afterward.
Waiting for this chapter to finally close.
It’s strange.
For months I’ve been desperate for answers.
Now I have most of them.
And suddenly everything feels very real.
One Day Closer To Freedom
So that’s my update.
July 22nd.
It’s official.
Not the surgery I hoped for.
Not the recovery timeline I wanted.
But it’s progress.
Real progress.
And after everything I’ve been through these past months, progress feels pretty amazing.
I can finally see the finish line.
Not next year.
Not someday.
Not eventually.
Soon.
Very soon.
And honestly?
I don’t think I’ve ever been this excited to evict an organ.
I hope you all had a lovely weekend.
I hope today has been kind.
And I hope this week is gentle with you.
And if it isn’t?
Remember there’s always tomorrow.
Chin up, lovelies.
Anna out 🖤💋
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