Samantha_1975
I just can't win...
Apr 21, 2007
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After a week and a day of being in the hospital, I am finally home. All because they were waiting for me to pass gas.. How crazy... But anyway... It's nothing but bad news.. And I'm so depressed and heart broken, I can't even begin to describe.
Let me start off with waking up from the surgery.. I was sore.. Not in pain.. But I definitely knew I'd had surgery. So I was excited.. I don't know how long I was in recovery. For a while.. Then they took me to one of the holding rooms because they were waiting for a room to get cleaned. My hubby was waiting in the room. So I looked at him and smiled real big and said "yayyy, now I'm going to be skinny.".. He hung his head and looked upset. My first thought was that something was very wrong, maybe they found something like cancer or something... I didn't know. So I asked him what was wrong and he said "They couldn't do it"... I thought he was kidding at first.. And then he said because of a surgery I had when I was 10, they couldn't do the GBS. I had turned yellow when I was 10 and apparently to correct it they did something to my Bile Duct and my small intestine. I had told my surgeon of all the surgeries I had. Including the surgery when I was 10 and had turned yellow. They had told me I had a blockage in my small intestine. They didn't tell me anything about my bile duct. Kevin called my Mom and asked her if she remembered anything about it and she didn't. But still, wouldn't something like that be in my medical records? If he had said he wanted a copy and I signed to get him a copy of them, wouldn't he have known that ahead of time?
So, at first he tried to do Lap. I have 3 small incisions where he tried to do that. But because of all the scar tissue, he wasn't able to do anything.. Like I knew he wouldn't be able to. So then he cut me open. I have an incision about 6 inches long, from the top of my belly button to right under my boobs. And he glued me together. No staples or sutures or anything like that. Glue. Basically, I got cut open for NOTHING. I spent a week of my life away from my husband and children for NOTHING. When Kevin told me it didn't happen, I cried. I was so heart broken. I still am and I'm a little depressed over it.
IMO, knowing of all the surgeries I'd had that had to do with my intestines, he should have said he wanted copies of all my medical reports. He should have demanded it before he agreed to do anything.
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Yayyy!!
Mar 24, 2007
My surgery is back on! I guess the surgeon found the answers he was looking for and decided he could go ahead and do my surgery. So now I'm rescheduled for April 10th.. I'm so excited!!
OMG!!!
Mar 13, 2007
So much for having surgery tomorrow! My surgeons office called me a little bit ago and said that my surgery was cancelled for tomorrow because the Dr. wanted to see me in his office on Monday to go over everything with me. The receptionist didn't know anything else. Sure was nice of him to wait until NOW to do this...grrrr.
The beginning of my journey..
Mar 09, 2007
Well, I'm due to have surgery on March 14, 2007. I'm anxious, nervous, excited.. Not really scared. I've read horror stories, but I'm not too worried about it. I know bad things can happen. I know there can be complications. But if that happens, then I'll cross that bridge when I get to it. Right now, I'm just going to live in the here and now and enjoy the fact that I'm trying to better my life. For my sake and for the sake of my family. I want to be around for a long time.. I'd like to see my girls grown up and happy. I want to be old and gray with my husband. Being obese, that probably won't happen. My only worry is, I've had a lot of previous surgeries, therefore, I have a lot of scar tissue. He did the EGD, but that only looks on the INSIDE. What if there is so much scar tissue that everything is adhered together and he can't do anything? What if things have been moved around so much that there isn't enough small intestine to work with? Those are the things I'm worried about. All things I plan on asking about the next time I see him, which probably won't be until I get in the operating room. But still, I'd rather know there is a possibility it won't be done. Or maybe I should just go into it expecting it. Then I won't be disappointed. I dunno. Either way, March 14th is my surgery.
