The Recovery Process from Myomectomy Surgery
It’s October, almost one year after my Myomectomy surgery, which is the surgical removal of fibroids from the uterus. I have experienced different things during my recovery. At the moment, I am feeling strong and for the most part am fully engaged.
When I woke up, I wondered about my dual surgery and why I was not feeling any discomfort where I had a tumor or growth; separate from the fibroids. The following morning when my anesthesiologists came to check on me, I woke up again. She explained that I had lost nearly half of my blood and the surgery had to be cut short because of the complications that developed.
This explained why I was placed in front of the nurses station and also why my poor mother looked so distressed. I was in critical condition. 😦
I was also very thirsty. I never felt thirst like that in my life. No matter how fast they adjusted/bolas the IV drip or how many I got, I was continually parched that first day. I told my anesthesiologists just as much and she explained that this was due to the blood loss. I was not given food in the first 24 hours, but I got as many IV as I needed.
In the afternoon, I was on my feet shuffling down the hallway and back.
By nightfall, I was tormented. The medicine, which was to keep me asleep was fully out of my system and as a light sleeper, every noise was a disturbance. It was not until 4:00 a.m. that I finally went down, from sheer exhaustion.
So, on Sunday morning, my bags were packed and I was itching to be released. That did not happen until my doctor showed up in the afternoon. The hospital refused to let me out on my own. My little Mazda was sitting in the parking lot under my window. Why couldn’t I go?
OK. I know, I know. I just had fibroid surgery. I still say my tummy got cut, not my feet. 🙂
My uncle came to take me home and to the pharmacy for my medication. But I had to wait yet again. He finally came after I talked myself out of walking out of the hospital and driving myself home. Even though I was strong enough to walk, the procedure at St. Joseph’s is that they wheelchair you to your ride.
For this, I was thankful. Especially, when I received my hospital bill and it was doubled. If I wasn’t sitting then, I would have passed out. Imagine scraping together every dime. Imagine receiving donations. Imagine having to find twice as much! Imagine you won’t have an income to even begin paying until another 3 months.
I felt my world tilt off its axis.
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Check out her book Fibroids: The Alien Assassins in My Body
In this testimonial, Denise shares intimate details from her childhood through to adulthood. She discusses, how fibroids or as they are also called myomas, fibromyomas, or leiomyomas, have affected her daily life and the adjustments that she was forced to make. After reading this book, women will become more informed about a disease that affects 80 percent of women; while making life miserable for one in four.
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