Update , Doing great. Sorry quite long post.

Apologies Ladies,

Posting my thanks to you all for your good wishes and updating you on current stage of this journey  is easier this way than trying to do a multi reply to you all in my last post, still not figured out how to do that and seems slightly silly typing the same thing over and over again.

Okay, so going by the discharge letter I had aTLH+BSO Laparoscopic Surgery  and the little beggar was Grade1. I’ll find out more next month but consultant is confident that I’m home and dry and won’t need further treatment. 

As most of you know I was up at 6am on the 16th (funny how it seems like ages ago ) to get my last meal before going in. After I’d eaten I decided that as I wasn’t due at the hospital until 11:30 I’d be better off going back to bed for a while. I’d only just dozed off when the phone goes at around 8:00 and it’s the hospital asking me to be there within the hour. All hands on deck, had to wake hubby, yep he slept through phone-call, and head out as it takes us an hour to get to the hospital. Arrived at hospital around 9:30 and was asked to wait until they finished getting the room ready.  I was shown to a single room and asked to get changed into the hospital gown, you know the ones that never fasten at the back. Turns out I needed to go in early to get an anenima (sorry about spelling) in order that the bowels were empty before surgery, oh and the passion killer stockings of course.  I was taken down to surgery around 11:30, the anaesthetist complained that my veins didn’t look too great and weren’t being cooperative. I told him that he wouldn’t want to show himself if he knew he was going to get jabbed with a sharp pointy thing. Everyone thought it was funny but the anaesthetist. Next I know I’m being woke up by a nurse telling me it was 2:30pm. 

I didn’t feel too bad but I wasn’t too fond of the uncontrollable shakes I developed when I was coming out of the anaesthetic, being honest they scared the hell out of me. I’d never experienced that before and really don’t want to again. I also couldn’t move my legs very well and it took me a while to realise I had balloon type things on them that inflated and deflated alternately, and a catheter in.  I was wheeled up into my room on the ward and told to relax and rest , my surgeon came to see me told me it went brilliantly he was happy that they got everything and the cyst was no problem despite being the size of a watermelon, apparently having delivered a 7lb 14oz daughter and then 8lb 7oz son 40 odd years ago had helped them stick to the original plan of the laparoscopic surgery.

For the rest of the day I basically drifted in and out of sleep only waking up when Katy (my nurse) came to take my blood pressure, which was every half hour or so. I opted for a light salad for dinner and only ate what I felt like. I also, thanks to you lovely ladies pre warning me, opted for the type of meals that might help with going to the bathroom. 

17th Dec, I felt fine, phoned hubby to wish him happy anniversary and had to leave message on answer machine, yep he slept through phone call again, to be honest I hadn’t realised it was only 8am when I called. I’m still waiting on him returning the happy anniversary wishes.  By ‍mid afternoon the leg balloons and thank heaven the catheter were removed and I was allowed up. I felt great and spent the rest the day sitting up on the chair. I even toddled to the bathroom on my own and had no problems. Ward doctor confirmed that I could go home on 18th and that I was doing good.  I even went for a little toddle up and down the ward corridor. Must admit that during the first sit up and getting up off the bed the tummy was a bit tender and delicate. I was also shown how to do the injections to stop the blood clotting. Is it just me or are they sneaky little blighters? They don’t hurt going in but a few minutes afterwards they blooming sting. 

18th Dec, I was visited by the ward doctor and given the all clear, I go back in a month and they’re optimistic that will be it apart from the regular check ups of course. I’ll get all the appointment details from my CNS. I was home for 11am and everything is hunky dory, I’m still getting twinges if I move the wrong way or forget and do something daft like trying to bend to pick up a pen I dropped. Yeh I know stupid eh?  I also have some cracking bruises from all the needles etc, biggest one is on my inner left arm, god my veins must’ve given that anaesthetist a hard time. Don’t wish to be indelicate but I’ve even managed to get to bathroom properly and clear my bowels so your warnings and advice worked ladies thank you.  Oh one thing I almost forgot, I had to phone the hospital ward as they had said twice daily for the injections and the pack said once a day. I was living in hope the pack was right but no it’s definitely twice daily. Just something to watch out for. 

I slept like a log last night but woke up at 6am, I’m still on hospital time. Sorry this has been so long. I hope something in this helps anyone going into surgery.

Take Care

Angie ‍