A Great Recovery

Thursday, March 30, 2006

A Great Recovery

Well, I am one week post-op and I feel great. I am driving and off of all pain meds. I am laughing, sneezing, and coughing without any pain. This has got to be the nicest recovery ever. I have had a minor hiccup however. I lost a decent amount of blood during surgery. They waited for it to stabilize and sent me home on Sunday. Tuesday night I was laying on the couch, watching American Idol, when my heart started to race, and race, and race. It felt like I had been doing a strenuous activity like running but I had done nothing of the sort. This continued through House, and Law and Order. I started to be concerned. How long could my little heart keep this up? Not to mention it is a rather uncomfortable feeling. I talked myself out of a 9pm phone call to the RE and decided to get some sleep. I woke up with the same racing heart. It was time to call the doc. Most of the time when I call the RE's office I am told that a nurse will call me back, which is fine, but if you tell them that your heart hurts a nurse is on the phone ASAP. I found this mildly amusing. They had me come in where my heart acted completley normal and my pulse slowed down. Once again my body betrays me and makes me look like a fool. Dr C and nurse Lois were nice to me and made me feel validated. I go back in tomorrow for my post op. Dr C is going to do an ultrasound on me and see if we can see any residual cyst on my ovary. If we can, I will do Lupron, if not I am off the hook. We are hoping for no Lupron.

A little biology lesson: a normal healthy ovary is the size of an almond. The cysts that they took off of each of my ovaries were the size of grapefruits. No wonder they had to do a full incision.

I have been debating whether to post this next bit of info since it is gossipy but the person that it is gossipy about is highly unlikely to see it. The dreaded mother in law. Paul and I had decided before I went into surgery that if I lost my ovaries we weren't going to tell our friends and family. We would pursue egg donation but didn't want our families having full knowledge of that fact. We wanted our potential child to know that they were conceived through egg donation but we wanted to be the ones to tell them and have them be able to decide who else would know. We can always tell people later but once the info is out you can't put it back. I approached our families and said to them" Don't ask what the outcome is regarding my ovaries so we don't have to lie to you". My family accepted this as I knew they would but Paul's mother wasn't as accepting. When I explained our wishes this is what she replied, " So if you say that you still have your ovaries after the surgery does that mean you still have them?" I don't know if I wasn't clear or if she didn't listen or what but she can make me a little batty. I also asked her not to come to the hospital until I was in my room after 6pm. I did this so that when Dr C came out after surgery he could talk to Paul alone and if the news was bad Paul could relay that to me immediately. She waited with him throughout my entire surgery and was with Paul as the doctor delivered the news. Fortunately, my ovaries are still intact so no damage has been done. I am angry with my MIL however. She did exactly what I asked her not to do. She found a way to get the truth though a loophole. She is manipulative and I am beyond frustrated. Our relationship has been rocky and it's about to get rockier. My MIL loves to be over-involved in her children's lives. She loves to be needed. She has overstepped her bounds and needs to be put in her place. I would love ideas from anyone on how to put an overbearing MIL in her place.