#1 I am happy to report that I am dying no faster than any of the rest of you. A friend told me I should have about 40 more years left or so. I'll take it!
Turns out biopsy was negative!
*happy dance , happy dance, happy dance!*
Precancerous cysts and fibroids are something I can deal with. I am having surgery to remove pretty much everything reproductive wise at the beginning of June. Since I already have a passel of amazing kiddos, I'm TOTALLY OK with that. No more PMS, no more sending hubby out to buy feminine products (and yes, yes he does love me - that proves it!), no more Midol and no more crazy mood swings!!! We are going to shoot for keeping one of the ovaries, so hopefully I won't have all the hormonal issues that could accompany this procedure. (happy little sigh)...
#2 My oncologist wants to keep a closer eye on me (picturing the All Seeing Eye and it's starting to creep me out...), SO what that means is I have a bunch of pokes and prods coming up. Since it is almost June (the anniversary of my surgery) he thought we could get an early start...
So to recap, I have upcoming: PET scan, mammogram, endoscopy, colonoscopy, and of course the hysterectomy and all accompanying tests, blood work and check ups. (big sigh) But its all good, I'm here to watch my kids wrestle each other, dress the dog up as the Hulk (pretty funny BTW... Good thing we have an UBER patient dog...), and take my oldest to his orchestra rehearsals ( he plays the viola). I get to giggle as I listen to my younger one went retreating into my closet to sing sad and rambling made up songs about how mom doesn't listen to him and he is SO a big kid and SHOULD be able to play with the older kids, and he IS a big boy, but no one understands, and - ooo hey look a nickel! ... I get too smile and play the tooth fairy, kiss my babies in their sleep, revel in the visits from my bonus kids, take pride in their accomplishments, and sit on my hubby's lap. I'm really OK with that.
#3 I have been doing much better blood pressure wise, but it is still a bit too low. I try my best to keep it in the 90/60s range and am ecstatic when I can break 100/70. That doesn't happen too often though. My weight has been giving me fits and starts. I was surprisingly not a happy camper when I bought my first size 3 jeans. (WHO HAS THIS PROBLEM???!!) I range from 109 to 115 but I am trying my darnest to get to a good healthy 125. I would prefer 130, as I would prefer LOTSA room between me and Dolores, but beggars can't be choosers as they say.
#4 I'm having issues with gas of all things! It makes my tummy distend to look like I am about four months preggers and only a few well timed bits of ... a-hem... flatulence usually handles it. Well, you SAID you wanted to know how I was! (revisiting the cartoon previously posted... ). But that's about it, I don't have issues with dumping and that in and of itself is phenomenal, so I can't complain. Still have trouble with fats and sugars, and make sure my diet steers clear of those, but that is a healthier way to live anyway.
I think that's it for now, I'll keep you updated as testing comes in and as plans progress for surgery and such. Until then, wish me happy farting...um I mean, good luck... (*sheepish grin)