If you missed anything, had no idea I was gone, knew I was gone, or have questions about what happenened, to summarize:
- I'd been dealing with Paraovarian cysts for 7 months. They were painful and caused me to miss work and cut out all meat except for fish and game from my diet.
- I got rid of one cyst on my own but one would not give in.
- I finally got into the doctor to get surgery scheduled last Tuesday.
- The surgery was scheduled and done the very next day on Wednesday.
- The doctor performed a laparoscopic cystectomy and ended up finding out that my fallopian tube was so badly damaged and twisted that they had to cut it out with the cyst as well.
- So now I have 2 ovaries but only 1 is hooked up. At 23.
- I was on bedrest from Wednesday through Sunday.
- I did too much and ended up hurting myself bending over to pick up a dog toy Monday night. It hurt so bad I passed out and had a fainting episode.
- Went back to the Dr. Tuesday after almost collapsing at work in crying fits.
- Was put on antibiotics because I had a fever and possible infection. The doctor sternly told me to take it the hell easy and no more of Monday night business.
Tthis could have been worse... much worse. I'm not discounting that I could have had cancer, could have lost my fertility completely, or something else but I still went through something, so I'm upset.
It's like if a woman was upset about how she gave birth in a different way than she had planned. Saying "You should be grateful..." implies that she isn't grateful for what she has, and that her struggle and emotions from the aftermath don't matter; it was just a means to an end.
So yes, it could have turned out much worse... but what happened to me was a shock. I have tried to make it OK in my head for a week by just saying "Oh, it's okay..." and I'm sorry for lying.
Well, half-lying. I should be saying "It will be OK."
Because it's not right now, but it will be very soon.
As soon as I am healed and have our baby growing inside me, it will be perfectly OK.