I was SO glad it was only 48 hours between my appointment with the oncologist and the surgery. I was as nervous as a cat and couldn’t concentrate on anything.
I have cancer. Those are words I never imagined I would utter, much less write. My parents, especially my dad, had cardiovascular problems, so that would not have surprised me a bit, but cancer? No way!
So it’s time to send your uterus and/or ovaries away for not toeing the company line. The Internet is full (and I mean full) of stories of women who’ve had the procedure, and there is no shortage of horror stories. I’m here to help.
This is a piece I wrote a few days before I had a hysterectomy to treat a prolapsed (meaning it burst through the cervix like an alien baby through a Nostromo crew member) fibroid tumor. The surgery started at the exact same time as President Obama’s inauguration, I made the joke during surgery prep that […]