I went in to see Dr J for a follow-up exam from the cone biopsy. He's quite pleased with how well I've healed and said "If I hadn't performed the procedure myself I would never have guessed you had a biopsy." I'm adding 'Speed Healing' to my list of Super Powers along with 'Growing Hair' and 'Matching Black Socks'.
Dr J confirms that I have Stage 1A2 cervical cancer and we've scheduled a radical hysterectomy for May 22. I was doing pretty well with the Cautions and Warnings and Gruesome Descriptions of Robotic Laparoscopic Part Removal right up until he casually mentions the post surgical catheter I'll need for a week.
WHAT!?
Go figure. The guy is going to Hoover out my lady parts with a robot-assisted medical vacuum and the thing that really freaks me out is a tiny little bladder tube for a few days. I've been assured that it's not that big a deal, but I can't help but think of aquarium tubing and I get queasy all over again. I tried looking for a picture...forget it. Look it up yourself.
I'll spend the next couple of weeks getting ready for the Great Confinement, which mostly entails cleaning my house so that I can stand to be in it for a couple of weeks. Yeah, this would be the downside to my relaxed attitude about housekeeping.
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Wow, Sarah. I had no idea. You just led SPUDS band, too.
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