Well my journey to
began about 16 years ago, while pregnant with my oldest son. I was only 17 years old and never had a
in my life. During my ultrasound to determine the sex of the baby and position, my OB noticed a growth on one of my ovaries. Being I was high risked, he said he would keep watch on it. That was around November 1995.
My oldest was born April 14, 1996 and of course I was a teenager and scared to death! My mom stayed as far away as possible (in a corner) and would not help me breath or rub my back or anything of the sort...I later found out she was scared
. Her baby was having a baby! My son was born healthy and that
was still there.
During my 6 week checkup I inquired about the
again....well Medicaid wasn't going to pay for the removal and it wasn't something "serious" as my OB stated. So I didn't know any better and moved on. My mom was battling :fibroids: too at the time so we both just assumed it was something women go through.
Prior to my oldest son, my cycles came every 28 days like clock work however they were full force and lasted 7 days. I cramped the week before, the week of and the week after! It was horrible! I was soaking pads and was afraid to use tampons! I thought they would hurt! My grandma said it was from "being fast".
Moving on to the year 2000 I had my second son. I had a cyst at the opening of my cervix, not to mention the 4 year old one on my ovary. Same OB mentioned having a C-Section and I was mortified! He performed a biopsy and ironically when I got home, the remainder of the cyst fell off in my panties! I WAS THRILLED!
If only the one on my ovary would fall off too! Needless to say September 2, 2000 I delivered a healthy 7lb 3oz boy who would be the biggest of my 3. Periods would still reek havoc!
Somewhere between the 2nd and 3rd baby I wanted to try the Depo. I got married in 2001 and I knew hubby would want another baby. So I was on the depo! I LOVED it!
It made the painful periods go away and I honestly didn't have much pain at all...but in January 2004 my brother had a baby girl (my first and only niece-no girl since me in 25 years) and I wanted a baby girl! So I got off the depo in February and started taking a birth control pill and by the end of March I was pregnant!
RIGHT! THAT WAS QUICK! We were excited because we were trying but I thought I had about 6 months to a year before it would happen!
December 10, 2004 I have my 3rd baby. I was so excited and so was hubby. December 11, 2004 I got my tubes tied and decided I didn't want anymore babies. My OB (a new one) told me that if I didn't want those problems I was having, tying my tubes was not going to fix my problem. I was going to have to have a hysterectomy. I figured I could get back on the depo and all would be well!
WRONG!!!!! The first time I was on the depo, no cycle, no pain. The second time on the depo, I bled for 90 days and I was in TREMENDOUS PAIN! Everyone I saw said it was the depo, it was the depo! I hated it! After the first shot, I didn't get another one.
2010 hubby moves to Mississippi and I knew that things were gonna have to change. All during 2010 I was having problems with my cycle. I tried the BC pills, no deal. I tried the Mirena, no deal! I tried it all. So when the kids and I moved to Mississippi, I knew something was gonna have to give.
April 2011 the pain flares up again. This time an ultrasound shows that same fibroid from 15 years earlier was growing and "breathing". Oh he gotta go!
I thought to myself. I can't stand being in this much pain. I took OTC meds and seemed ok after awhile. I let it go.
August 10, 2011 the day after my 33rd bday I went to the ER for pain in my right side. I was rushed to emergency surgery for a kidney stone that was 6mm in diameter and stuck in my uterer! THAT HURT! The surgery was performed laproscopically and I felt a lot better, only for the urologist to tell me I had a HUGE cyst on my right ovary that caused him major concern. Well when I go to the GYN a couple weeks later, I explain that to him and he pulls up the xray electronically and says, well I want to try the birth control pills to see if they will work. I told him "no disrespect doctor but I am not a guinea pig. I have tried it all and I'm tired." He insisted on the pills and I took them. My cycle for the month of August AWFUL!!!!! It was the worst I had ever felt. I couldn't even go to work. I was in tears the entire 7 days! I called him and told him its not gonna work. He told me to come into the office.
Hubby is normally with me when I make visits to any doctor I have to see, but this particular visit he couldn't. We had just celebrated our 10 year wedding anniversary and he couldn't take off. I wanted the procedure and when my doctor told me ok, lets do it, I went into shock!
I got outside to the car and cried my eyes out.
I figured I had ruined myself and everything that made me a woman. But I WANTED the procedure. I called him hysterical and he told me to come to see him and he sat with me in the car and held my hand and listened to every concern I had and rubbed my head and said "baby, you will ALWAYS be a woman because that is way God made you. And whatever it takes we will get through this just as we did everything else." That meant the world to me. The man I married supported my decision. So I dove into the internet the same day head first into researching hysterectomies. It was that day I found this site
. I didn't read any posts. I didn't lurk. The front page got me! I registered right away! I read this site day in and out. From my laptop, from work, from my iPad, from my phone! (I'm a junkie what can I say?) The ladies here truly prepared me for what was to come.
The Thursday before my surgery, I went to my
to get my pre-op paperwork. Hubby went with me. We watched a video
(which looked like it was shot in the 70s) and he answered EVERY SINGLE QUESTION I had. He loved the fact we had questions. Leaving there I went to the hospital and started my paperwork and my bloodwork. I was there all of 15 mins and was done!
That Friday evening I decided I needed one last "to do" before I was restricted of doing ANYTHING. We went back home to Alabama for the weekend and went to our Alma Mater's first home football game of the season with our boys
and I spent time with my mom and grandma and brothers and even went to Friends and Family day at my daddy's church (he's a Pastor). I had a wonderful time.
I slept pretty good Sunday night. I didn't have to do bowel prep but I did have to stop all fluids and foods at midnight. I ate EVERYTHING! Monday morning I woke up at 5:15am and I ran to the bathroom....I guess that's why I didn't need bowel prep!
But I got up,
and got dressed and woke hubby up! Kissed my boys and was off to
We got there at 6am. I was escorted straight to my room. No waiting at all.
It was early and everyone was so sweet and helpful. The nurses I saw on Thursday for my prep were the same nurses who were there for my procedure so I was familiar with them and them with me! (it helped!) I was given these really big wipes and was told to wipe down with them and to put on my compression stockings, socks and the gorgeous princess dress (hospital gown). After helping me get everything together, my IV was started and hubby left to get the boys ready for school.
I sat in that bed on FB, I think I checked into here....can't remember...and even tweeted a bit. The clock seemed to have time of its own. Nothing was on TV that morning and even the news was boring! But I waited. Soon the OR nurse came and wheeled me out.
I was taken to a holding area. Where I saw my doctor. He came in and talked to me and told me I looked well and relaxed. I was. Not nervous one bit. He marked the incision sites and talked to me quite a bit and then sent in the anethesiologist. He was very sweet. He told me he was going to give me something to help me relax
: and once he did he said "I'm gonna leave this curtain open since I gave you these meds and it won't be long now dear heart" that was at 7:11am....I don't remember anything else until after 10am looking at the clock in recovery moaning and groaning and then I was out again until 11am where I groaned again. Then about noon I asked for my glasses like I forgot about them and suddenly remembered. A nurse brought them to me in a Ziploc bag and I HAD to put them on so I wouldn't lose them again. I was then wheeled back to my room where my hubby was patiently waiting for me and I was so happy to see him! It made everything better! Somewhere in the mix of all of that I was given chicken noodle soup out of a Styrofoam cup (took all day to eat it), a Sprite (that was waiting on me when I got there), graham crackers and something else. After about an hour my catheter was removed and I had to GO! I peed the 200ml every hour on the hour and was super excited about that. Hubby and I would talk and he said I would talk and fall asleep mid sentence! I bet THAT was hilarious! I even got up and walked around pretty good. Around 3pm I took a percocet by mouth and my doctor came in around 5 and said go home! I got dressed and was wheeled to the car! The nurses let me take a pillow home and even signed a card for me! They were sooo sweet and I only bothered them every hour on the hour when I had to pee! LOL.....All in all I was a pretty good