So last week, it was time to do some evicting. It seems a couple of cysts and a polyp (what a weird word: polyp) were having themselves a little party in my ovary and uterus. My lovely surgeon (who -- interesting factoid -- is younger than I am), put a stop to the shenanigans and gave me four incisions and a good spattering of stitches. Which has significantly upped my street cred around the house.
Above is my "before" picture. See how happy I am to be going into surgery?
Below is the "after." See how happy I am to be done? No? You don't? Well, I'm sure I was.
All's well that ends well (says Shakespeare): Everything was benign, and I'm on the mend. What could be better?
I notice that you're smiling even after getting an IV in your hand. That hurts! I am so glad everything turned out OK!
ReplyDeleteThanks! I'm feeling great! :)
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