SWHTL had been grumping about... female troubles... for the past couple of years. To the point where they sent her in for an MRI last summer, and discovered she had fibroid "cysts" in her uterus. They gave her options of burning them out, some sort of chemical treatment to try to cut off the blood flow to them, and removing the whole works. Told her they'd do it laparoscopically, and that it would take about an hour and a half. She opted for the removal, then waited another 6 months, till girl-scout cookie season was over (she's the organizer for a group of troops, or whatever it's called) and went in mid-March. After my waiting 4 hours of "doesn't anyone know what's going on?" including some hand-holding from an OR nurse who is also a church-friend, the surgeon came out to talk to me.
Now - SWHTL mentioned that her surgeon was also pregnant, but the moment I saw her I noted several things: (1) she was smiling. (2) she was stuffing her face with a giant brownie and (3) she was so freaking pregnant that my first organized thought was "Oh! I see! She couldn't reach the operating table!"No, seriously. Sue later told me the surgeon gave birth 2 days later.
My second thought was, "Wait. I thought you had to be a grown up before they let you be a surgeon?!?" but that's just my middle age talking. I've discovered that the older you get the harder it is to tell the difference between a 15 year old and a 28 year old. At least if they're wearing baggy surgical scrubs.
But, the surgeon did say that (a) SWHTL was fine and (b) it took so long because the "cysts" (I guess calling them tumors is too scary) were baseball sized. Apparently, she didn't want to cut SWHTL all the way open, so it took a long time to slice up the cysts and remove them through the small laparoscopic incisions they made.
Now, because this surgery is "so easy" now, they only kept her in the hospital one night. However, I remembered my own experience with "easy" surgery, so I took the week off from work to stay with her and my son's spring break lined up for the following week - which was great, because it was a good 2 weeks before she could manage to go up a flight of steps without someone to lean on.
Things are going better now, but she's at the stage where she's bored and "feels fine" so she has a tendency to exhaust herself easily, and still doesn't lift anything, and complains if I make her laugh. (cue the old joke...)
Okay. That's enough. Children's social lives, grandparents fading health, skin problems, weight problems, blood pressure, arthritis, medication issues, can all wait for another time.
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