Surgery Take Two
As I write this blog with a heating pack on my stomach on day 2 of recovery, I write to encourage you to take care of you – mentally, emotionally, physically, and spiritually.
Back in Feb of 2016, I drove myself to the emergency room and as soon as I checked in, I started to lose conscious. They told me I had 10 mins to live and they needed to perform an emergency surgery. I sent two text messages and signed my life away as they rolled me to the operating room. I thank God that I’m still here to tell my story.
Fast forward to 2017: I started having severe stomach pains from 2017 until now, 2020. I went to the ER over 20 times for it, I did every blood work, CT scan and ultrasounds that I’ve lost count. I’ve seen so many “specialist” and they never found anything. Ever. They always sent me home and said maybe it was a cyst, because of my history of cysts, that burst because they saw a little fluid, but that was about it.
This took a toll on me mentally, physically, emotionally and spiritually. I worried that I wouldn’t be able to carry and I figured that’s why God chose my Husband who already had two kids – since I started to believe I wouldn’t be able to give birth. It was a constant thought, every time I had an episode. I just wanted to know what was wrong? When will this be over? I can’t live my life like this and God knew I wanted to carry to add to our family.
So, I started praying over my body and I spoke life into me. I spoke fertility over me, freedom from pain and discomfort. I changed the way I was thinking and believed God would turn it around. I started with changing my mindset and my tongue, then I did my research on doctors.
I knew I needed a doctor who specialized in Laparoscopic Surgeries so I spent one Saturday doing my research and reading reviews. I never knew how important it was to do *your* research and find the doctor you felt most comfortable and safe with.
The first day we met I asked for surgery. I was TIRED of the doctor visits, CT scans and ultrasounds. I KNEW I needed surgery, but she suggested physical therapy first and what do you know friends? It didn’t work. Surgery was the next option and I couldn’t be more happier to FINALLY get to the root of this and move on with my life - without the abdominal pain I’ve dealt with for 3 years.
November 2, 2020, I felt SO accomplished. FINALLY, a successful surgery and the cause of my pain was revealed: scar tissue from 2016 and specks of endometriosis. BUT GOD! My prayers were answered and this time, I wasn’t alone. In 2016, I went into surgery alone but on this day, I walked in with my Husband. I felt so confident, loved, supported and covered!
The words I wanted to hear from my doctor was finally heard: YOU ARE HEALTHY AND 100% ABLE TO CARRY!
Ladies, do NOT let up on your health. Imagine if I didn’t advocate for myself and take the lead on my healing, my health? Listen, do not take those discharge papers and just go home. We KNOW when something isn’t right with our bodies. Speak up, stay on them, get 2-3 opinions and do your research. Please, take care of you.
