Surgery at Last

I’m home from the hospital now: tumor free. Everything went as we hoped for. He was able to do it liposcopically (I have no idea how to spell that, but it’s when they go through your belly button.) I mentioned to the anesthesiologist that last time I went under to get my wisdom teeth out, I got terribly nauseous. She said she normally puts some anti-nausea medication in with it, but she would go the whole nine yards with that since I had a history of that. When I woke up, the nurse made some comment like, “Whoa, you got the huge anti-nausea cocktail!” since they had put me on multiple kinds of anti-nausea drugs.

I’m at my parents now, ready to take some drugs before bed. I simply have 3 bandaids on my stomach. I’m having trouble walking, as I get dizzy easily and I don’t fully trust my stomach muscles. I’m tired, so I think I’ll go to bed soon.

I guess they fill my abdomen with some gas for the surgery, and the most pain I have is that gas that has now risen to my shoulders, and they hurt a lot. My mom got a heating pack on it now, and they’re taking turns rubbing the shoulders. Even though I’m unsteady on my feet, I feel better when I walk around, and the nurses recommended I do that to work out all the surgery gas.

I just wanted to stop in and thank everyone for the prayers. They were able to save the ovary, and they were able to do the minimal cuts that they were hoping to, and the tumor did not have any red flags of something bad when it came out. Supposedly, I’m supposed to feel pretty good tomorrow.

If I said anything stupid in this post, it’s the drugs talking. I was just so appreciated of my dear friends on here who were praying for me, and wanted to post that the best case senario took place.