And O in this case refers to operation.
Stop snickering at the back there.
This time next month I will, hopefully, be in recovery after having had the organs that have repeatedly try to kill me since I turned 15 removed.
Unfortunately, they won’t let me watch them burn. This saddens me.
Ah well. Que sera sera.
I’m optimistic about the prognosis. Don’t mistake me, I’m under no illusions that it’s a miracle cure, but it will get rid of a lot of my pain, the root cause of said pain, and eliminate any chance of:
- Ovarian cancer
- Cervical cancer (which I am apparently at risk for)
- Endometrial cancer (also at risk for)
Which are all big ticks in the plus column.
It will also (obviously) remove even the slightest chance of another pregnancy, which though I am a little sad about, at least in the abstract, as I am stupidly high risk for ectopic it would be nuts to even think about that again.
Not to mention the hospital bills – which I am currently endeavouring not to think about, since my colposcopy alone was circa $450
Also my own mommy is coming to look after me 💗 and by the time she gets here I won’t have seen her in over six months so that’s wonderful.
PS – Mothership, make sure you get your ESTA sorted 💕
Oh look, she has a blog name now 😂🤣😘