Saturday, March 28, 2009

Open-Legs Surgery

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous before Thursday's surgery – terrified is more like it. And that I was able, over the past month before the procedure, to fully achieve my goal of living in the moment, somehow dodging the shadow of infertility for a while. I received such lovely, supportive comments in response to that last post, applauding my determination to focus on other things. It made me feel like a bit of a fraud.

I mean, the intention was there. And I did a lot of things that on the surface would signal someone going about her life. I got those pedicures. Saw those (amazing) friends. Read books. Laughed out loud.

But still. Even as you take a break, as you remember the way your life felt before this struggle took hold and made everything else feel insignificant, you're painfully aware that it's temporary. You can move on to other things right now, because there's no chance before you – it's easy to pretend it doesn't matter. But as soon as you can dare to hope again, when chance reappears and stakes are raised, you know that you will no longer be capable of pretending that other things are just as important.

And so I began the slow, reluctant creep back into the game with Thursday's surgery. I spent the whole week playing it out in my head (see earlier posts re: my absurd surgery phobia). Told myself repeatedly that it was nothing – it wasn't as if I were having open-heart surgery (giggled when I realized it was actually open-legs). So by the time we arrived at the hospital on Thursday morning, it felt like I'd already lived it 30,000 times. When my husband asked me in the waiting room if he could take my picture (he has this perverse desire to "document" everything) and wouldn't take no for an answer, my stress boiled over and I burst into tears. He put the camera away.

We got up to the surgical wing, where two things called me back from the edge: my calm, cool (yet warm) and collected doctor, and my new bff, Versed. For a good amount of the procedure I was awake, though very comfortably in some world halfway between a couple of Clicquots and unconsciousness. Before I knew it, my doctor was telling me it was over, at which point (since it was after 1 p.m. and I had nothing in my stomach) I requested a cheese pizza.

The big question going in was whether she would find more serious scarring beyond the initial bit that blocked her view of my full uterus during the office hysteroscopy. She didn't. There were two more minor adhesions inside, which she easily got. She told me my uterus is good as new and they sent me home.

Another hurdle down. I'll meet with my doctor on Monday (it was either Monday or May) to create a game plan. It's been five months since I've cycled, since I've had a shot. Everything – yet nothing – has changed. I'm eager to be back in the game. I know it means letting this one thing matter once again. Whether there's a way to go about my life as if it matters a little less this time remains to be seen.


kirke said...

Yay, for a bright, shiny new uterus :)

I'm glad that the surgery went so well, and you have crossed one more hurdle.

Also, don't feel like a fraud....the intent is there and that's more effort than a lot of people make. I'm always inspired by your writing and how incredibly self aware you are.

Amanda said...

I love the title. Glad to hear it went well and you're good as new.

Michelle said...

That is great news I am glad it went well.

bunny said...

Phew. I am glad everything went well. A good doctor can really make all the difference in the type of experience you have. Hope Monday brings more good news.

Anonymous said...

glad the surgery went well! keep us posted on the appointment tomorrow, hope you get a plan you are excited about!

Anonymous said...

I am glad that the surgery went well! And yes... getting back in the game can be like opening up yourself and exposing your feelings. But, I hope that things are a little more easier this time around. I am hopeful for you. :)

Anonymous said...

Oh do I hear you. I love taking a 'break'. It means that I only think about infertility maybe half as much as I normally do (which, let's be honest, is still quite a lot).

Huzzah for a shiny new uterus! Huge hugs. I hope Monday's visit gives you the hope and optimism to carry through a new cycle.