New friendships and Operation time

For those who have been following this blog for quite some time, might remember the gynae issues I had in October 2018. I bled continuously for around 6 weeks straight and no one knew why. I also had a small ovarian cyst growing and the dreaded C word was thrown around more time than I liked to hear.

Well, here we are April 2021 and I’m FINALLY having surgery tomorrow (Thursday) for those issues as well as a few other things at the same time. I should’ve had it done a long time ago but the hospital had to push me further back on the list (even though it was “urgent”) and then Covid hit which made it even more difficult to have the operation done. I had a phone call last week telling me they have a date and I must have this operation as soon as possible before things get worse. It’s not the first time I’ve heard those worse but like I said before, Covid has really made things difficult to have it last year and again early this year.

It’s all happening so quickly and I’ve been not thinking about it too much and distracting myself with other things. Worst thing I could do really because when it comes to bed time I am riddled with worry and anxiety over it.

The other day, Will and I were talking and I broke down in tears worrying about everything and what if I’m in that small minority who don’t make it through the operation? All I could see was Belles face when I had to tell her when Peter died. I couldn’t imagine anyone else having to tell her that her mum isn’t going to be around anymore. I know that I will be absolutely fine and I will come round from the operation but there’s always that what if part that your brain goes to isn’t there?

The recovery time is 12 weeks, however, I’m hoping I’ll be fighting fit well before then but I won’t push myself as I don’t want to make myself worse. I’m nervous and anxious about the morning but also relieved that this part of my health is actually being sorted and I can hopefully start living a better quality of life once I feel ready to.

I’ve been building on a friendship with someone I’ve known for around 6 or 7 years just lately, I’ll call him D. I’ve also recently become good friends with someone else local to me who I’ll call L. Will, D, L and I have a group chat and we chat everyday. The topic of conversation is usually ridiculous and there’s lots of farting and piss taking involved and to be honest, I wouldn’t want it any other way. I feel like I’ve known L for years! She is hilarious, makes the best kinder Brownies ever and has been amazing to me, yet she doesn’t even realise. D has been amazing too, the amount we take the piss out of him is unreal, I’m surprised he hasn’t blocked us yet. πŸ˜«πŸ˜‚

In all seriousness though, I’m so glad of their friendship and how at ease I am with them. I’m not sure how I would’ve got through this past week without Will, D and L because they’ve truly made me laugh and have been there for me knowing I’m worried and anxious about the operation. My only issue now is how am I going to laugh without doing myself some damage during my recovery time. πŸ˜³πŸ˜³πŸ˜«πŸ˜«πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

I’m hoping to write an other entry as soon as I feel well enough to explain what happened and how things went etc… and I’m sure I’ll be back writing on here bitching about the pain and the aftermath of the operation. πŸ˜„πŸ˜„

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