So, I shared with y’all – my #fibroidsisters that I have been struggling recently. My partner and I have been at the hospital over and over and over. In a moment of defiance, fear, fatigue and ‘over-it-ness’, I said yes to Surgery. I said yes to an Open Myomectomy. I scheduled it for April 30th. Two days before my 35th birthday. Three weeks before I go back to school. Five weeks before I am supposed to attend a regional professional conference.
I went in for a follow up and was expecting a rather traditional, non eventful visit. Sure, we were going to discuss all of the testing and their results, but I was ready for that. I did not expect to walk out with an actual appointment to have major surgery. But, I did. My docs said that my particular fibroid did not shrink in a meaningful way and that it is unlikely to go anywhere else soon. Now, I did use part of the Queen Afua system and had remarkable results. I also did lose TWO centimeters off of my Fibroid in total over a few short months. Imagine if I used all of it?
So… in the hurry of it all, and the doctor and his calendar… I chose the earlier date. April 30. I mean, I can’t choose a later date and not have school affected. I did not get into Columbia University grad school to have it be derailed. Not my education, not again. So… April 30 it is. ..I would have like to do it later, but that was all he had and I must say, I did not really have much time to think or confer with my partner. I do believe that surgery will be in my future at some point, I just want to explore all of my other options first.
Now that a few weeks have passed, I have reconsidered. More details to come soon.