As my surgery approached, my body decided to make sure that I followed through with things in case I might back out at the last minute. My pain intensified by the day. In early October, I needed Advil during three or four days before menstruation. By late December, I was taking 6 per day from ovulation on; and this was keeping the pain dull, not keeping it away. At my pre-surgery appointment with Dr. C. he told me I could increase the dose to 12 a day if I had to. That kept the pain away for a while, but it was back in January. Two days before surgery, I was taking 12 Advil to keep the pain dull. My body was not giving me the option to back out.
My husband, Frank, and I made the four hour trip to the hospital and arrived at my pre-op consultation. I had an ultrasound and was examined by the surgeon. The ultrasound showed that my uterus was very thick at some parts. My surgeon was suspicious that there might be something else going on besides the endometriosis. I was scheduled for a laporoscopy to remove the adhesions, a hysteroscopy to look inside my uterus, and an HSG to make sure my fallopian tubes were clear. Dr. B, my surgeon, said that he’d check into the reason why my uterus looked so thick on the ultrasound during the hysteroscopy. Dr. B also suspected that I might have PCOS due to my grain allergy and weight gain, he said that he’d be able to get a good look at my ovaries and see if they were enlarged, as that would be a sure sign of PCOS. He explained that if they were, he could wedge them, thus reducing their size and helping them function more normally.
I was psyched, well as psyched as a woman can be when she knows she’s going to be cut open in 14 hours, can’t have dinner, and must spend the evening doing a bowel prep. As queasy as you just felt reading that last sentence, I assure you, I was equally thrilled about the whole thing!
The morning of the procedure, we made the trip to the hospital and checked in. They asked that I take a urine test just to make sure that I wasn’t pregnant, apparently the ultrasound the day before wasn’t enough. Didn’t they know that infertility was the reason I was there in the first place? I laughed, gave them their sample and got myself into that awesome hospital garb they gave me.
Once I was dolled up in my hospital gown, no skid socks, and surgical blue hat, a nurse explained what would happen during and after surgery and then started an IV. I was terrified. I mean, I was in a strange state, with people I had never met before, and I was going to let them cut me open all because it would make me healthier and might let me conceive. Yeah, that’s how bad I want to be a mom. And since the hormone treatments had nearly killed me, I was ready for them to open me up, and work their surgical mojo. I remember being taken into the Operating Room and scooting onto the operating table. I remember the anesthesiologist loading my IV with the good stuff, and then that’s about it.