This is one of the more difficult blog posts for me to write. I’ll admit, I have gone back and forth for a few weeks whether or not to put my situation out there. In the end a discussion with Daddy D pushed me to document my experience.
Today is no ordinary day in the D household. My mom will be putting the gaggle of boyz on the school bus as hubby and I are headed to the hospital. Because today is surgery day, I am having a hysterectomy.
It is so strange to type those words. Especially after months of doctor visits, tests, biopsies, sonograms, discussions, debates and even the anticipation- both good and bad- leading up to this. It hasn’t been top secret. But it also hasn’t been something I’ve shouted from the roof tops.
Which led me to today. Do I not say anything? Do I vaguebook to let those “in the know” stay updated throughout the next few weeks? Do I overshare? There were pros and cons to all of those options. And to some, this is oversharing. I get that. It is a fine line that is incredibly personal.
What made the decision in favor of sharing my experience was actually what has been happening in private the last few months as I have come to grips with this decision. I have found my tribe.
No, not some message board devoted to hysterectomies (although if you are looking for a great website, check out HysterSisters.com). That of the women in my life already who have talked with me, counseled me, shared their experiences or just their support. I am humbled and honored to call them friends.
This includes my friend Marcy, who is a nursing student and was the catalyst to get the help and diagnosis when she saw me at a sports banquet for our kids and was visibly shaken by my appearance and health. The fellow football mom who is a nurse at my doctor’s office who agreed on the spot and got me in to see the doctor within 48 hours. My mother and stepmother who gave advice and guidance based on their own experiences.
Then there are the half a dozen other women in my life who have answered questions, given phone numbers and answered calls or instant messages at all hours of the night. They have helped to ease my fears, address my concerns and spoken with such care and concern. These women have been where I have been. Have had to make the tough calls either way. And they have gone above and beyond the awkward and uncomfortable and given me the down low and nitty gritty.
I go into this major surgery with my eyes open. With concerns and fears. But with the knowledge that we have explored all options, soberly made an important decision with my doctors and family, and that this is the right decision in my particular situation.
I am a woman of faith, and would love if you would take a moment to lift up myself, my family and my surgeon in prayer. This is a surgery on my body, but it is a group effort. There are many cogs to keep our household moving like clockwork through this. I am thankful for family and friends that are helping out.
The next few weeks and months will bring a lot of changes. I will probably share some of it here, because it will be time to pay it forward and be part of the tribe to someone else who needs it.