I hate fruit

I have never been a fan of fruit or vegetables, in fact in the fruit department I pretty much eat apples and bananas.  Lately the one fruit I really can not stand is cantaloupes.  Yes, the fruit I hate so much is haunting me.  A few posts ago I wrote about the cantaloupe growing in my body that was unwanted and unhealthy, but I was relieved that it want away on its own.  Unfortunately things didn't stay that way.  I spent most of October in and out of my GYNs office checking on my cantaloupe and finally on Monday, October 31st I was able to get it removed for good.

The plan was to check into day surgery at 5:30 am for a 7:00 procedure.  I was going to have a cyst removed from my left or right ovary (it was so large they weren't sure which side it was on) during a one hour laparascopic surgery and be home by lunch.  Of course things haven't been easy lately, so the procedure did not go as planned.

I did show up at 5:30, checked in and ready for surgery.  At exactly 7:01 I remember looking at the clock in the operating room while I took my first few breathes of the happy gas to put me to sleep and then I was out.  At the time my only thoughts were, 1. they should knock you out before you get to the room because this looks nothing like Grey's Anatomy, 2. the operating tables are really small, 3. can't wait to see the girls in their Halloween costumes.

Fast forward a few hours later and I kind of remember coming to in the recovery room, but all that I really remember was my throat hurting, feeling nauseous, hearing "too much excitement and loss of blood", I was grabbing at the oxygen mask on my face and that was it.  I passed back out and then a while later I actually woke up enough to speak and ask where everyone was and what happened.  

Long story short is that I did not have a cyst on my ovaries, it was a fibroid on my uterus and after three hours of surgery they could not fit it through the laparascopic holes because it was so big and they couldn't cut it apart because the doctor didn't know if it was cancerous or not.  So after all of that time and work I ended up with an open surgery.  My throat hurt from breathing tubes that I had while in surgery and I was now being told I wouldn't go home for a couple of days.

This was not the way I expected my Halloween Monday to go.  Thank goodness for the support from out friends and families who stayed with the girls, made sure to get them to all of their Halloween activities, supported me in the hospital so that Grant could get back to work and spent the night on our couch so the girls didn't have their whole routine disrupted.  

Two weeks later and I have just had my last check up appointment and I am in the clear.  No more growths, surgery, drugs, pain or anything else that went with this trying time in our lives.  I will have a nice little scar on my abdomen, but the doctor did a great job stitching me up because there shouldn't be too much of a mark.  I had 15 staples and two holes from the surgery, the doc says I am a great healer which is allowing us to get back to a normal life.  

Most importantly I received my final pathology report and I am CANCER FREE! Oh and thanks to Aetna for paying my $73,000 medical bill.  

With everything that I have said in this post I hope that everyone will now understand my hate for fruit...