Some of the worst moments…
Published on: Nov 13, 2014 @ 17:13 –
I may have had my fair share of bad moments, and I seem to be taking it out on everyone lately and I’m just sorry 🙁 Facebook has taken the place of my blog for reminders on events now. Five years ago on 10/7 I had a second weight loss surgery. One month later, on both 11/12/2009 and 11/13/2009 were a couple really hard days, followed then by 11/24/2009. I wanted to forget. Who ever wants to hear the words: you have cancer. We all really wanted to believe I had a careless surgeon who botched my original surgery, thus causing surgery #2 a week later had left an instrument in me. That just wasn’t the case. Grapefruit size mass everyone missed. It just seems like I can'[t escape any reminders of what I’ve gone through. And I will never forget. 3 months after these dates I found out I was pregnant with my 4th child, which caused me so much physical pain and torment because I had to let a mass the size a grapefruit grow next to the baby for 21 weeks until she could survive them opening me up in the largest vertical incision i’ve ever had in my life. I barely got through that, so did she, and to compound on that, it would not heal and I had to pack the wound, all at the same time I was obligated to take my “best friend” and her son to Disney World on a road trip 2 weeks later.
You would never believe that Ava was was somewhere in there fairly underweight for my kids. As an example, my Andrew was born at 35 weeks weight 8lbs 14oz. I guarantee if he went full term we’d be talkin record breaker, lol. Ava came in at 6lbs. She couldn’t even fit into her outfit. But yeah, I’m 37 weeks here and about to undergo one of the worst c-sections of my life in a general operating room. I had to wait in a waiting room with others having gall bladders out and other procedures. I was quite the story when I said I was there to have a baby, oh, and rearrange my innards because she twisted them around everything, and oh the pain. My wound had just finally healed from my 22 week surgery after packing it for weeks. She sucked the living life out of me.
The lowest points were the weeks after my daughter born and regaining life that was drained from me literally to keep a baby alive inside of me. She took every ounce of nutrients I had left.
Because of that, I then found myself stuck to an IV for stuff more than I would like to remember.
Oh, and this is me at 24 weeks pregnant. No I didn’t really tower over my family It’s an optical illusion. What that illusion doesn’t show you is I’m 2 weeks post-op mass removal next to a baby and they dragged me through a 105 degree Animal Kingdom and I suffered every ounce of it, with a wound that wasn’t closed shut. Nice.
