January 30th

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January 30th

By Kristy Robinett
Feb. 14, 2007

January 30th was a very anticipated date. There are several through the year that we can’t wait to happen, or pass, depending upon one’s mindset. I personally love all holidays and tend to be the disgusting one that sends cards to everybody and shouting “Merry Christmas” or “Happy Valentine’s Day”. I even wish everybody happy Fridays and such through the week. Yep, I am often tripped and slapped in the halls of work. It all makes sense to me now. However, January 30th doesn’t mean much to many, but to me it was my surgery date. The date I would find out if I had cancer or not.

My husband happened to have been extremely ill and went to the doctor the day before. That in itself warranted cheers and maybe even a card and balloon. His diagnosis – strep throat. So there was no way in God’s green earth he would be able to go to the hospital with me. I was upset. No, I was more than upset, but not at him. It isn’t as if he had begged to get strep throat. So I arranged for my sister to take me. Hubby was upset too and kept acting defiant that he was in fact going to go because what happened if the surgeon came out with bad news? I told him it was for the best. He could get more ill. Then my deaf dad decided he would go too. I love my father. I really do, but he really isn't any help (lacks sympathy and can't hear to the point it is annoying). The morning of, though, hubby, sister and father all piled in to the car. Did I really need an entourage? I was grateful, but golly gee.

It was a matter of minutes before they brought me back into the pre-op and explained everything to my husband and I. Him and I have a crazy sense of humor and were giggling like school girls at the other patients. It helped with the apprehension that we were both feeling, although I was waiting for them to kick us out. After an hour or so the medical team wheeled me into surgery wide awake without any groggy medicine, which made me panic a bit. I had a crew of all women - doctors, nurses, and anesthesiologists. After 2 plus hours of surgery I was awake and in MAJOR pain. Even before she got out the "on a 1 to 10 scale, 10 being the highest, tell me where you are” - I was holding a 10 on the 10. So they gave some drug which made me feel like there were bugs crawling under my skin. Funny too since Morphine does that to me and they said they would give me something else. Mmmmm...didn't work out so great. Before I knew it they were wheeling me out to the car even though they had a room for me and my three family members were waiting there. Funny story with this actually because they originally told me my family left me. No, they really said that. In actuality they were waiting for me in a hospital room.

As I started to come to I asked my husband what the doctor said - and oh yeah...I can count on my family. My sister, love her, but she is brainless, said she didn't think they took my ovary, only my cyst. Hubby said he didn't think that was right, but that he had fallen asleep in the room and the doctor woke him up and he really didn't remember anything except the picture of the cyst was HUGE and ugly white. Oh, that isn’t right – he remembered that the doctor said we had to wait a couple weeks before intercourse. He is a man, afterall! And dad. Huh? The doctor was in the room? It wasn’t until the next day when I had the guts to call my doctor when I got the real scoop. Four cysts on my one ovary – all benign. They took an ovary, and one and a half fallopian tube. I still feel like I gave birth via C-Section and I dont' have a baby to show for it. They did do it laparoscopy, which helps the recovery process and now two weeks later I am actually starting to feel better. Not great – but better. Chuck did get out of the conversation that there was.

Thank you to all who emailed me, sending me positive thoughts, vibes and prayers. It worked.

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About the author: Kristy Robinett (formerly Kristy Schiller) is an HR Specialist and freelance author. Feel free to visit her at www.tangledwishes.com

Email: tangledwishes@yahoo.com

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