I’m in bed, three small incisions in my belly. A heart full of emotions. A head full of questions. One less reproductive organ and weeks of recovery ahead of me.

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Allow me to explain:

You have probably noticed that I haven’t blogged for a while. Well, a week or so.

On Sunday, I had experienced some “all round” pain, couldn’t walk too well and spent the day resting in bed – thinking my body was run down and I was coming down with something. It seemed as though everyone had flu at the time too. I wish it was flu.

Monday morning I got ready for work thinking that if it got any worst I would go to the doctor thereafter (this is a mom thing – be brave till you can’t anymore), but on the way to the office something told me go to the doc, check it out. Score some sick leave. You need the rest.

I arrived at the doctor by about 7:20am, and saw him shortly after. He asked me a few questions and with a rather startled look on his face informed me that he was going to be calling the hospital. He thought I had appendicitis. Much of what happened after is a blur – I was admitted to hospital and thoroughly tested for a whole day, by the end of Monday they had referred me to a gynae because “my appendix” was actually a big cyst on my ovary.

This was a relief – plenty of people have ovarian cysts right – it’s a non-invasive little op to remove and I would be back at work the following week.

I wasn’t so lucky.

I went in for a laparoscopy on Tuesday and slept most of the day.

Wednesday morning the Dr informed me that I had lost an ovary in the procedure. “There wasn’t much to save”, he said.

I was overly emotional.

My first thoughts were – I’m not going to be able to have babies. I want to have babies. I think he could tell – because he followed with “You still have one good ovary – luckily you had two”, right? You would think this would be comforting because everyone, and I do mean everyone has been saying that to me.

I’m still coming to terms with the fact that this even happened. Last week this time I was healthy, normal, happy that it was when Friday came. Preparing for the week ahead. Making plans. I was making plans for this week, for the week after, for next month – and now…

I’m in bed, three small incisions in my belly. A heart full of emotions. A head full of questions. One less reproductive organ and weeks of recovery ahead of me.

13 Comments on So this happened…

  2. Oh no, what an emotional experience, especially with no preparation! I’m so sorry you have to deal with this. I can understand the heartbreak. Even with another one, it must still feel like a significant loss.

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