Nov 16, 2009
Well Friday I got home form work, and hubby had had a phonecall from hospital, telling him they had made an appointment for me to see the surgeon assisting with the removal of my ovarian cyst. So today I got to see him, as apparently, he had to let the gyns know if he thought thay could safely remove cyst, and if he would assist them for the surgery. The main problem for me, is the mesh I had inserted for hernia repair in 2003, has made it very difficult for them to work out how to remove cyst without causing a bowel perforation. I had the hernia surgeons report, and photos of the surgery that were given to me in 2003, showing how the mesh is anchored inside. When this new surgeon saw the photos he asked me was this a painful operation at the time, and I told him it was the worst surgery I've ever had. He said he thought so, cause there is an overkill of titanium screws in my pelvic area, and then continued on to tell me that the mesh that I have is the worst possible type to try to re-operate through, JOY, why wasn't I suprised. He has agreed to assist, and has made it very clear that there can be lots of major complications associated with the upcoming surgery. Not only do I have to worry about the removal of the cyst (they are now not even thinking of removing ovaries), the possibility of the cyst contents spilling, my bowel being perforated and needing a resection, but apparently the mesh used has a high risk of infection. All this, just to find out if this 6cm cyst, that has been causing me so much grief, is benign or not. God, I don't even want to even think about the possibility of cancer. All the while I am just so exhausted, not sure if its the pain meds or what the hell is happening at the moment, but I am struggling so much trying to work and deal with all these health problems. I have shut myself off from my friends, as I feel like such a downer, and just want to sleep when I'm not at work. Financially I really need to battle on, but I wish my hubby would just say, "I think you need a proper break, to get yourself better", and I know he probably would like to, but knows how much we'd struggle. Well thats my rant, at least I know the hospital is working behind the scenes to try to get this all sorted, and the pain has eased alot this week, but I feel SOOO unwell.