Super Stann’s story continues….she showed up three weeks ago prepared to kick some cancer butt and boy did she ever. Pink cape on and Uterus of Justice in hand, she kicked cancer’s ass! It has been a long three weeks since I went in for my hysterectomy, but I have this to report: I AM CANCER FREE!! Yup. You heard me scream that loudly! The cancer was completely contained to the lining of my uterus and did not extend into my muscles, tubes, ovaries or anywhere else so I am in the clear! I about hugged my surgeon when she reported it to me and BFF and tears were shed over it. Thanks to all who gave me positive thoughts, prayers, good ju-ju, wishes and hopes. I am blessed to have some wonderous family, friends and readers. So let me fill you in on my journey the last three weeks.
The morning of surgery, BFF took me in and graciously put up with my nervous babbling and a couple of tears as we waited for anesthesia and my surgeon to finish up a c-section. One good thing about having surgery in the facility where you work…I actually had nurses fighting to be in the OR with me and take care of me. My surgeon was even instructed by the labor nurses to take good care of me and get it all out with surgery. I don’t remember a whole lot of what happened after I was given the lovely versed cocktail, except for my surgeon laughingly telling me that I had already shave prepped for her…of course I did. I couldn’t go into surgery with howler monkeys swinging around down there in my jungle of girly parts. I wanted her to see what she was doing! After surgery, I was wheeled up to BFF’s floor and doted on by some wonderful nurses and techs up there. They even decorated my room. Here is what was awaiting me in my drug induced haze:
The first day in the hospital was not a fun one for me…let’s just say my worst fear as a nurse and my friend K’s as well, who took care if me, is vomit. I made all those fears come true for her and me. I have a wonderful BFF and some wonderful friends who took care of me while I barfed my guts out while sobbing for HOURS. I felt like kaka to say the least. And barfing after abdominal surgery is NOT a fun experience. I publicly apologize to poor K for making her worst fears come true. It was truly not on my agenda for the day. Poor BFF had worked the night before my surgery and still took care of me. The next couple of days is filled with drug induced memories of people visiting me, the nurses discussing my urine output, feeling like a giant pile of elephant poop and just wanting to get home. In fact the first week, I pretty much felt like a herd of wildebeests had trampled me in the abdomen and left me in the middle of the Serengeti to die. I do not recommend abdominal surgery if you can avoid it. Walking even to the corner of my street felt like freaking marathon. I have spent a lot of time the last few weeks watching Who’s Your Daddy on Maury, weird movies on Netflix and surfing the internet for the best midget porn sites. A girl has got to have some entertainment. Guess I should clear my internet browser before letting someone borrow my laptop…
Here is one thing you would realize pretty quickly after having abdominal surgery: what you ACTUALLY use those muscles for in your everyday life. Getting in and out of bed, up and down off the couch, sneezing, coughing and the biggest one of them all…POOPING. For goodness sake, I never knew how bowel obsessed I was until I couldn’t poop from all the pain killers and my muscles not cooperating. I was miserable until I had my first poop and let me tell you I wanted to jump up and down but refrained because that also hurt. Colace has become my friend ever since the hospital. Seriously, you do not want to spend hours sitting on the toilet wishing to whatever God you pray to that you could poop. When you can’t poop and need to, you actually contemplate how in the world you are gonna accomplish this feat. It can consume you. I am not kidding. I was miserable. Three weeks out, pooping is still a challenge to use those muscles but much easier I must report….was that TMI? Oh well…I am a nurse after all. And apparently, bowel obsessed.
I must thank my alter ego, Super Stann for kicking cancer’s ass…I never doubted I could do it, but there were a few tears shed with my BFF over the “what if”. I must publicly thank all the nurses, techs, friends who lovingly brought me food and company, my BFF, Bubby and Pocket GF and my Momma for everything you all have done for me while I recover. Words cannot express my gratitude…so I will let Natalie Merchant do it for me:
Oh yeah…I didn’t die today. I felt like I might right after surgery but I didn’t die. I am CANCER FREE Fat Girl who needs to go poop Running. The experiment continues…
I am sooooo happy for you. So great. A new appreciation for life. These are the best days when you can reflect and be happy and see things that you never noticed before. I knew you could do it. Hugs. Susan
Thanks Susan! What a whirlwind the last few months have been but you are right…I have a new appreciation for what matters in my life!
Yay!!! No cancer!
It is amazing what we take for granted. I remember when I had to take vicadin and after a week crying because I hurt and just wanted to poop!
Congrats on no CANCER!!!
The no pooping thing is life altering I tell ya!
Love that song- says it all! I’m glad to hear that everything has turned out positively! Stay healthy and happy Kristann!