Gut wrenching cramps were plaguing me yesterday, to the point that I seriously had to consider if I had already taken the legal recommended daily dose of Ibuprofen at 11:00 am. Cramps from a uterus under protest of its eviction notice, giving it one last hooray on its way out of this world.
That is correct, in two more weeks my uterus will be with me no more. I will be having a partial hysterectomy, to be exact a: supracervical hysterectomy via a laparoscopic procedure. Due to a 8.5 centimeter long fibroid that has decided my uterus would be a great place to grow and therefore displace it’s new home to the left side of my pelvis, which apparently is not where it is supposed to be, my OBGYN stressed to me while doing my pelvic exam, I am having to part ways with the very organ that housed, grew and nurtured all three of my children.
And really, I’m ok with that. The two to four weeks of recovery and the up to $7,000 I will have to spend on this fibroid eviction has me more concerned.
Now don’t miss understand me I am very thankful for the years of service my uterus has put in with the birth of my three beautifully crazy children, but let us not pretend this service has been one-sided. Give credit where credit is due, I have endured monthly bouts of gut wrenching pain and visits from an unwelcome Aunt Flow for years before and years after my uterus did a damn thing. Ok, I’m fine with that and hold no ill will towards it for this pretty one-sided relationship, but neither do I hold any remorse at the fact of losing it.
As a matter of fact, after its petty and selfish actions yesterday, I am actually doing a little dance of happiness for this eviction. No more cramps….Yes, Yay for ME!