I didn't think there was anything more frightening than the fact that I will be going under the knife and having parts removed in a "let's see what it is first" surgery this Tuesday. But there is. I didn't think that this fear of the unknown that has been tormenting me for the last several weeks with regard to the entire process of having this procedure done would be pushed aside by an even greater terror.
Imagine the fear I felt finding out that while I always knew that my Grandmother died when my Mother was 12 years old , I never knew until yesterday that she died from Ovarian Cancer. She was in her 30's. It get's even more frightening because I started putting two and two together and I remember my Mother also telling us this little story about having Faith. See, my mother was told by the Doctor after she had her 4th child , that she needed to get her tubes tied. She was told that if she tried to have anymore children, she would die.
My mother went on to have six more children , myself being the ninth , but after I heard why my Grandmother died at such a young age , in her 30's , I wanted to know less about Mamas "miracle story" and more about Mama's "medical history". I did some research trying to figure out why a doctor would recommend that a woman also in her 30's get her tubes tied and asserting that if she continued having children she could die and all that kept coming up was Endometriosis.
Which is interesting because it doesn't stop there. Turns out my sister had a cysts growing on one of her ovaries spotted during a C-Section and they just happened to notice it. Later , the ovary had to be removed. Then ,she had to have a Endometrial Ablation because she didn't want to have a Total Hysterectomy. Now, after all this time trying to save it, she's convinced that the battle is pretty much lost. Lucky for her. She has two blessings and she's in her, you guess it. 30's.
Oh and just when you thought it was over, I have one more for ya. Yeah, another one of my sisters can't have children and she doesn't want to share with the family why that is the case. I think I have an idea and hey. I respect her privacy. There's 8 females in my family. We can afford to have a few of us that are just that private. That's fine. But guess what? She's in her 30's too. And now for the grand finally. Drum roll please.
When I called the doctors office to see how long I was going to be in the hospital overnight and to see if I needed anything, I was told by the nurse." Well, it depends. If it's just the one ovary we're taking out, about a day and a half. If we end up having to do a Total Hysterectomy , then, it will be about two or three days. And yet folks, that's not the scariest part either. The nurse told me that BEFORE I found out all this family Medical History. Now, I have to tell Dr. Moyer everything I found out when I go in for the Pre-Op.
I guess I better prepare to be in the hospital for about three days.
UPDATE
I apologize. I left something out that's important. I'm 34 years old.