So it has been almost a month since my alienectomy.
To say that transition from alien baby carrier (10 inch dermoid cyst firmly attached to my left ovary) to recovery patient of a hysterectomy and partial oophorectomy (left ovary removal) has been an adventure would be odd.
On the one hand, I had a month to plan. But there are some things you just can’t plan for properly. For example, I was aware that the surgery would mean that my stomach would hurt for a while and that I would have 3 external incision areas, and one internal incision area.
What I didn’t know was that I wouldn’t be allowed to push when I had to poop. Do you have any idea how hard it is to do that? Let me tell you, there is only one way to poop without pushing – and that is called gravity. I didn’t know that Gravity would win so many Oscar awards, and I certainly didn’t know that it would be my salvation for the past several weeks.
I knew that I would have lots of free time to focus on other things besides work – but I had no idea how much of my time would be spent focusing on pooping. I took medicines, special home remedies, avoided cheese, got more advice than I knew what to do with, and then combined them all in one historic day I called “The Great Poo Day.”
But pooping has not been my only focus. In addition to the admonitions not to poop – I was also warned repeatedly that I was to engage in absolutely no pelvic activity of any kind for the next 4-6 weeks. Sadly, I also had no pelvic activity for several months leading up to the surgery, so one would think I would be rather used to this.
What I was not used to was how much sex fills our lives every day. Even though I have avoided pelvic activity – I can not seem to escape sex. I can’t watch love stories, crime stories, comedy shows – I find myself hiding behind cooking shows and the Disney channel – and even those seem to work it in. And trust me, I know Mickey Mouse’s “Hot Diggety Dog” dance way better than I should (and am a little too attracted to the way Minnie Mouse dances.)
Pooping and Pelvic Activity keep me amused and entertained – and also helped distract me from the real stuff – like the loneliness and the pain and the fear.
Let me preface by saying that I have the most amazing friends. They have surrounded me with love and caring and free slave labor. I would not survive without them. But there is still those moments when you are lying in bed or half-naked in an exam room or even trying to wash yourself in the shower when the loneliness just hits you. I miss cuddling – just having someone I know and trust to spoon me and stroke my hair and just breathe with me.
I’m not the only single person out there, I’m not the only one that feels this aloneness – and I acknowledge that. But it doesn’t mean it doesn’t suck sometimes.
My recovery has not been as smooth as we planned. I’ve had side effects like random bleeding that have caused me to go back for additional tests and procedures. I found out that I had cancer after it was already gone – a circus of highs and lows, portent and relief and intimidation. Now I’m dealing with an unknown post-operative mass that may just be blood, or could be an infection. My diabetes adds further complications that could hinder my recovery if it is an infection. Today I go in for another procedure to sample the mass so the doctors can figure out what we are dealing with.
So what’s a girl to do? Face the challenges that come – try to distract myself when I can – and blog a little to let you know what is happening.
I’ll try to keep you posted – I’ll try to get back to the business of posting crazy dating stuff – but for now – thanks for reading.