One week ago today, I opened my eyes, saw a bunch of people I didn't know and promptly went back to sleep. The next time I woke, my husband was there, and I was in a hospital room. I remember two things from that day - the same nurse kept coming when I rang the call bell. Didn't she EVER go home? and when I peeked down my hospital gown, my belly button was sitting up; WAY high. Drugged or not, I knew that was wrong.
Surgery was successful - that's the word from my surgeon so far. All the cancer was confined to my uterus. and apparently, they woke me up a little too quickly and I became combative. My adopted kid (40s) who works at the hospital was waiting for me in post-op and saw the whole thing. She said my doc looked at her and screamed - get help! Which goes to show you...if you try to kill me in my sleep or if I think you're doing that, I will whip some ass. :-D
Back to this second belly button dilemma...apparently, they took the fatty apron from in front of my intestines in case any cancer cells had settled into that comfy sofa and wanted to stay. According to sources whose accuracy for fact is not known to me, this is also done in weight loss procedures, so that if there is hanging skin that gets infected or something, insurance will cover removing it. I feel pretty confident mine's not that bad. As soon as things heal up, i'm considering a little belly button embelishment. Wouldn't a connecting earring be cool? ;-)
Still healing, still on drugs, still having trouble with cohesive sentences. Will write more as I find out more.
I'm just about ready to get out and have some fun.