I've been MIA on the blog because I had surgery! If you follow me on Youtube you would have experienced my journey and daily recovery process. Here are written journals from my experience as well as video documentation of my two week out of 6 week recovery process. I hope this will help other women explore their bodies and go to the doctor when they feel that something is wrong in their bodies.
Myomectomy (my-o-MEK-tuh-mee) is a surgical procedure to remove uterine fibroids — also called leiomyomas (lie-o-my-O-muhs). These common noncancerous growths appear in the uterus, usually during childbearing years, but they can occur at any age.The surgeon's goal during myomectomy is to take out symptom-causing fibroids and reconstruct the uterus. Unlike a hysterectomy, which removes your entire uterus, a myomectomy removes only the fibroids and leaves your uterus intact.Women who undergo myomectomy report improvement in fibroid symptoms, including heavy menstrual bleeding and pelvic pressure.
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The day leading up to my surgery I made sure I had fun and ate a good amount of food because I knew at 12:00am it would be over to eat. The day went well I really didn’t think much about the surgery, I guess I had all the time in the world before to pass my mind. At this point I truly wanted to get it over with. With only three hours of sleep I woke up and started getting ready for surgery. Strong minded was full on the brain and my Dads spirituality was the only thing guiding me through the early hours as we waited to be sent in. So many questions they ask you, you begin to think am I going to die?
Now the moment was getting real, nurses were injecting me with needles the wrong way, they couldn’t find a vein...I hate needles so this process was very torturous. More blood work taken I could have fainted by the anxiety of it all. By 8:30am after having getting there at 6am it was time...The moment had arrive. Yes it felt like a movie...Where the director never yells cut and you know there’s no way out of the scene. The surgery room was bright! Very bright like you were waiting to go to heaven. Just too white for me. Everyone in their uniforms and ready to take your body in their hands...Softly I cried...Heavily I cried this was happening now. And I felt trapped because I knew I needed to do this surgery. They gave me anesthesia which burned inside me. I felt it. Then I just stared at all of the faces looking down at me...Confused I wasn’t sure why they were looking because I was just in my head...Then it was blank...
I woke up in a terror of pain! I screamed, I yelled, I kicked!! It was terrible for sure. I need medication now!!! I remember saying. I couldn’t take the pain. I remember this vividly it was like my whole body just went through something so traumatic... All of these nurses came to calm me down...I was out again.
