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7:52:00 PM EDT
There I was, in stirrups again, with a catheter and a wee little fiber optic camera up inside me, when in came That Doctor. I remained centered and calm, though, and after the procedure (they cannot find one of my ureters, interestingly enough) I talked to him.
For an hour and thirty minutes.
As he was briskly walking out of the room, while I was still in stirrups, I told him that I needed to talk to him. I explained that bringing up the losses of my babies, in the middle of an invasive procedure, was very painful to me. I don't take the loss of my babies casually, and it really hurt. I told him that tiny bodies of some of the "unconfirmed pregnancies" rested in the palms of my hands.
He looked like he was going to cry. I was very gentle, and told him that I didn't want to hurt his feelings, but that it is a very painful subject that should not be brought up DURING a procedure. I told him so another grieving woman would not experience it. He felt very bad, you could tell.
Then we spent an hour and a half--no exaggeration--hashing out just what needs to be done. The gist of it is that I need more tests. I have to see a gasteroenterologist sometime very soon for some tests that sound like a bad name for a Punk Band (the Endo-rectal Ultrasounds). Then we will decide once and for all what to get done.
No matter what choice I make, with all the things they are doing, I will be in the hospital for three days. I cannot pick up anything heavier than a gallon of milk for two months. I cannot go up and down the steps more than two-three times a day for several weeks. I cannot have intercourse (not that I would feel like it). I will come home with a catheter and will urinate through a catheter for six weeks or so until the swelling goes down. I cannot vacuum with my cool new sweeper.
On the other hand, after I have been gutted like a pumpkin and have steel mesh wrapped around various womanly parts, I will be able to train in martial arts again, ride horses, garden, and be very physically active again. I should live a healthy and long life. The risk of the bladder sling or the steel mesh eroding into my vaginal walls is ten percent.
So, I am back to peeing in technicolor again, and very weepy, but it is slowly being resolved.
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I am so glad you talked to that doctor Kas. That was a public service you did. Lots of love as you weigh these choices. judi
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I'm glad you had the opportunity to really talk to that doctor. I think he learned more from you than you did from him about next steps. I hope you get all fixed up soon and NO COMPLICATIONS!
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Just want you to know that I am thinking about you. Feel better soon. -Kari
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((((KAS))))) You will come thru this and enjoy life again. I know that the one thing you are looking forward to is being able to do more with the girls.
10/15/05 12:45 PM