Everytime I start to feel like I am turning a corner, someone slaps me across the kisser with a dead fish. Okay, it's not such a great metaphor, but the other one I thought of was unprintable.
I get to have still another surgery! Drum roll, please.
Having been largely ignored since my children were born, my uterus has decided to get involved in the medical free-for-all that's been going around here for the last year. So, off I go to get that biopsied on Friday.
If it's cancer again, then it's hysterectomy time. If it's clear, then I'll get to do this ultra-sound plus biopsy or D&C every six months until I get sick of it all and decide eventually to have the hysterectomy. Oh, and they want my ovaries too. Great.
I am getting a little annoyed at giving away my parts to the medicos, piece by piece. And I am very, very tired of anesthesia, hospitals, foot socks and surgerizing.
Yet, here I go again...
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