I met with the oncology surgeon (Da Vinci) this morning.
I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night, and that, combined with the natural/florescent lighting where we were, and someone’s failed attempt at making coffee (it was burned, and the smell was making me queasy), I started to get a migraine, and my left arm is still weird and shaky (from fatigue, not migraine – that would go into “seizure” territory, and while I was uncomfortable, thankfully that didn’t happen). I still have a headache, but I can’t go to sleep before my next appointment, so here I am.
The surgeon wasn’t there when we arrived (he had a doctor appt, himself, I found out later…it ran over, because MONDAY, M I RITE?), and we’d been waiting an hour before we found that out, and I got to experience a new symptom of my anxiety: going deaf in my right ear when my stress level goes up in a short period of time. Basically, I got pissed because he wasn’t even there (I didn’t know why he wasn’t, at the time, I assumed he was in surgery, but it didn’t stop the initial pissiness that happens before I calm myself down with reason or logic), my blood pressure went up quickly, and I went deaf in my right ear, except for ringing, for about a minute. This happened last week, as well, and I’m recording it partially because it’s new, and partially so I’ll remember it for this afternoon’s appointment with my GP…which I’m going to for stress-related stuff. So it’s relevant.
ANYWAY, we finally got in to see him, I showed him my colonoscopy results (he hadn’t seen them, yet), he said he didn’t see anything significant on the CT scan (it was basically as I said – I had gas, and that was about it, so lulz, I can read them, after all), and we started talking about the surgery.
The mass is unidentifiable, still. There’s a good and a bad with that.
The good: [cue Ah-nold voice] It’s not a too-muh (tumor). It doesn’t have a blood supply, else it would have been like “O HAI” on the CT.
The bad: It could be growing out of my intestinal wall, rather than my uterine wall.
If it’s not growing from the bowel wall, my surgery will be laparoscopic, and will take probably 4 hours. I will be in the hospital 2 nights, max (basically until I can poo), and will leave with just an ovary left, and some simple stitches. 6 weeks later, things would be pretty much back to normal…or better-than, since my uterus will be gone.
What happens if it’s growing out of (or into, depending on what it is and how it has developed) my bowel? I have to get a section of my rectum removed, and then have the whole thing sewn back together. I would be in the hospital for at least 7 days, in case of sepsis, and then the recovery would be about like the other surgeon said – 3 months. This is due to the size of the incision that would be needed (pubic bone to navel, maybe a bit higher), as well as the severity of the surgery (colon re-section = serious stuff).
(My great-grandmother had most of her colon removed due to cancer…I keep thinking about that.)
Either way, I have to do a light colon cleanse before the surgery, because they literally won’t know what they’re dealing with until they remove the uterus, and it would be prudent to be prepared in case they need to open me up to do the major stuff.
They’re calling my OB surgeon (Santa Claus) today to see about scheduling, and I’ll get my instructions, then. They asked about my preferences, and I just said, “As soon as possible.” I know it’ll be at least a week, because I have to stop taking some meds, do the colon prep, etc. I’m thinking it’ll be about 2 or 3 weeks. realistically.
The cool part about Da Vinci is he explicitly said that whenever Santa Claus could do it, he would make room in his schedule. AWESOME.
So that’s the final word…which isn’t final, because we’re still doing the “biopsy on the table” scenario. The Wasband Nodule is outside the casing for the organs (which is called the peritoneum – it’s right next to my cervix, basically), so it didn’t show up on the CT, which means it’s not a danger in the sense of ZOMG SURGERY NAO. It’s just a possible complication that they can’t see, yet. This also means it’s not endometrium, because that wouldn’t go outside the peritoneum.
I’m getting used to things being invisible and dumb (see: Lyme disease), so I’m pretty calm about all this. We’ll just have to see.
In the meantime, I’m preparing like everything is going to go wrong (large incision), but expecting it to go right (laparoscopy).